Well frenz, Vishu/Noboborsho/Baiskahi came and I happily inaugurated mango eating for this summer. But Ramzan is ongoing, yaniki time to order haleem. Vaise toh, I am a khichda girl being the grand-daughter of a Khoja woman, and often miss the robust, granular taste of my nani ka khichda. Haleem lovers swear by its langorous silkiness, but I was on the fence. Then of course, I ate it in Hyderabad and became receptive. So receptive, that every Ramzan I order a dabba or three from Pista House by courier (pleasure is nothing without devotion) to eat with friends.

But now, I am consumed by desire for another haleem: Pappa ki Haleem. If you’ve never heard of it don’t be embarrassed. Pappa ki Haleem became famous only last week. I learned of it from an Instagram account I follow, called @waseembangalore.