These fluffy little dumplings have my heart. I have always loved dahi bhallay. It was a weekly ritual to have chai at my Khala's (Mom's sister) house and on our way, we always stopped halfway and picked up 2 plates of Bhallay from "Jamal's" right before merging onto the Nehar and driving all the way to her house. We never really had home made bhallay, but forward a decade to a suburbs of Chicago, with no "Jamal's" in sight, and you have yourself a problem. Last year, during Ramadan, I finally decided to give these darn bhallay a try, and I haven't gone back since...
