My World of Food and Travel

I just love paneer. Period. I don’t care how it is cooked or presented. Quite an abomination for someone who is known for her non-vegetarian cravings! My husband, on the other hand, runs a mile away from it. His excuse is, since he was in Delhi for two years he just got over-fed or fed-up with paneer. He says he doesn’t remember any dish where paneer is not added!  At home in Guwahati, I remember my mom making paneer since we did not get it in shops for a long time. She would curdle the milk and tie it up in muslin cloth, keeping a heavy grinding stone on the top. The resultant paneer would be silky soft and so flavourful. When I moved to Mumbai, I stayed in a hostel where we were not served paneer owing to its high cost. That was when I discovered the joy of having it ‘raw’ with tomato sauce! I would buy some paneer from Punjab & Sind (the best!) and run to my room upstairs to taste my loot. I would either crumble the meltingly soft paneer or cut into thick strips ...