My husband is a chef. He loves everything about food and is owner and chef of a restaurant in Leidschendam, NL. I am the opporsite, i don’t enjoy eating. i eat, eat and eat cause eating is life. I can eat the same bland food everyday. When it comes to cooking, i cannot be creative, It’s the same beef curry and dal soup.
My husband on the other hand likes to appreciate creation, variety and flavors. He is living in holland for almost 24 years. Thus, the memory of the traditional cakes of Bangladesh are often just a memory to him or if someone else makes it he gets to taste. I understand his emotions perfectly cause i have seen how perfectly my monther in law makes the rice flours for these cakes. They are just piece of art.
Once when my husband was lamenting over the traditional cakes and how his wife cannot make any, i suddenly had a plan. I started this embroidery. I had a perfect reference picture for this.
It was a rectangular frame and mine was round. So i had to modify a bit and i also prefer brighter colors. It was like i was picturing Ambia from Hajar bochor dhore by Jahir Raihan who was an image of self dependent woman of the time in the novel.
After finishing up i gave it to my husband and told hime, see, i cannot make traditional rice flour cakes your mom makes but i made you a nice embroidery, this will always be in front of you.
Below is the finished version.
