My cousin Justina suggested I try Gulab Jamun. It’s an Indian dessert that is common at weddings. According to wikipedia:
It is made of a dough consisting mainly of milk solids, traditionally, khoya, an Indian milk product (buffalo milk) is rolled into a ball together with some flour and then deep fried. It is then put into in a sugar syrup flavored with cardamom seeds and rosewater, kewra or saffron
I’m a big fan of Indian food, so when Andrew and I heard great things about Annapura in Porter Square, we thought that it’d be fun to grab dinner one night and make sure to order this dessert.
For dinner, I chose Aloo Gobi Mutter, which is cauliflower, potato, and peas cooked with tomato, onion, and Himalayan herbs. It is served with basmati rice and was delicious. We also got the biggest piece of garlic naan you’ve ever seen. (I took a picture, but it was lost forever when I traded my blackberry for my amazingly awesome new iPhone.)
So, of course, we needed to try the Gulab Jamun for dessert. Because I lost the photo I snapped, I’ll have to use this one I found online, but its pretty much just what our dessert looked like:
Now, if you recall, Gulab Jamun is made from “an Indian milk product” that I assumed would be like cheese. The menu at Annapurna said they were “condensed milk and homemade cheese balls fried in butter with syrup.” Cheese balls! Fried in butter! With syrup!
I was thinking cheese as in cheescake, cheese as in a cannoli. I was wrong. I don’t know what the problem was really, except that it wasn’t sweet, dessert cheese, but it wasn’t mozzarella stick cheese either. The consistency was all weird and it just didn’t taste good. Andrew thought the syrup was way too sweet, but I didn’t think it was too bad. I would have drank a bowl of that syrup if it meant I didn’t have to eat another one of those sticky, crumbly balls of paste.
You can only guess how this meal ended: I laughed hysterically at the table while Andrew fearlessly ate the syrupy paste balls while saying, “Pull it together, Kim. Stop laughing.” It’s a miracle he puts up with me.