I’m still not sure what this dessert is called and I doubt I’ll ever know how to spell it.
For a while, I thought it was called manaloo and then my co-traveller Ingrid told me it was called malayoo. Something like that. Whatever it’s called, it’s amazingly good: milk that’s been boiled with cardamon, sugar and orange peel, beaten up with cream, rosewater and pistachios to a texture midway between cappuccino foam and icecream. Apparently it’s a Varanasi special.
Ingrid and I were escorted to this street stall by our friends Raju (in the pic) and Sunil, who assured us that of all the malayoo vendors in Varanasi, this one was the best. The malayoo and some truly amazing lassi were ladled out of bigger vats and buckets into small clay pots.
When empty, the pots got tossed to the gutter and the stall puppies licked the shards clean.
For a while, I thought it was called manaloo and then my co-traveller Ingrid told me it was called malayoo. Something like that. Whatever it’s called, it’s amazingly good: milk that’s been boiled with cardamon, sugar and orange peel, beaten up with cream, rosewater and pistachios to a texture midway between cappuccino foam and icecream. Apparently it’s a Varanasi special.
Ingrid and I were escorted to this street stall by our friends Raju (in the pic) and Sunil, who assured us that of all the malayoo vendors in Varanasi, this one was the best. The malayoo and some truly amazing lassi were ladled out of bigger vats and buckets into small clay pots.
When empty, the pots got tossed to the gutter and the stall puppies licked the shards clean.
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Stall puppies? Stall puppies? Where are the photos of the stall puppies?
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