Zarda was something that came into our home from a neighbor's house. In our home, gur wale chaawal are king, and whenever a batch of fresh gur came from the village, we knew what it meant. I shamefully admit I haven't made them as often as I'd like to, but whenever I do, I'm a child again, sitting on the couch with my family, watching my dad dollop some homemade yogurt onto a pile or gur wale chaawal while I pick out the kishmish and coconut slices in my plate. It's a beautiful thing isn't it? Food. It not only nourishes you, but it holds such strong memories that can instantly teleport you to the past...
