The world is full of amazing things to eat. Different parts of the world offer different spices, textures and tastes. Recipes and ideas vary not only from region to region but from family to family. We are truly limited only by our imagination. That is why I wanted to share stories about people and food. Kolpona is the Bangla word for imagination, and since I’m from Bangladesh it seemed like a great fit!
When my grandmother passed away several years ago, many of her amazing recipes were lost since in my part of the world everything is very oral. Most great cooks just cook. They don’t bother to measure anything, they create. The results are delicious but sometimes the lack of written recipes means that when someone passes away those amazing dishes disappear. I’d love to eat some of my Grandma’s “special” dishes again just because the tastes and smells brings back great memories. I lost a part of my heritage because nobody in my family wrote down any recipes. I’m hoping to change that. I am making an effort to write down things that my mom and aunts cook and quantify them into recipes. I married a wonderful man from the Caribbean, I’ve lived and traveled in many different parts of the world and in each place I’ve enjoyed the variety of foods. I’ve found that making a delicious meal and sharing it with people around you is one of life’s rare pleasures. So… I’ve made a new resolution to write down things that I cook. It’s annoying. It takes time and effort but in the end, I think it will be good to leave a legacy of food behind. Life tastes good!