Dhoka – the name is steeped in history, irony, and despite its humble origins – is a pillar of Bengali “Niramish” food. The diamond shaped, crunchy on the outside yet fluffy on the inside fritters of chana dal and “motor” dal in a tomato, ginger and green chilly based gravy inspire sighs of happiness when you dig into it with your fingers. Served alongside some Gobindo-Bhog chaal and some fried pieces of Dhoka, that’s a Bangali Vegetarian meal for ages. We may not name our foods in a way that Rabindranath Tagore would feel proud, but we flavor them in ways that even Michelin stars wouldn’t be able to justify.
A ton of our non-Bengali brethren keep asking why it’s called “Dhoka” – which means deceit, betrayal, fraud, cheating, and similar romantic terms that Arijit Singh makes a career out of singings songs about. The etymology is complex and layered, just like “Dhoka” itself (the preparation and not the deceit). In the mid 19th Century, widows were discriminated against constantly. It wasn’t until Raja Ram Mohun Roy and other social reformers of the time crusaded for them and brought some level of dignity to their lives. In the meanwhile, Bengali widows displayed true resourcefulness and creativity in the face of adversity. Over 80% of today’s Bengali vegetarian preparations originated in that time at the hands of Bengali women who were considered unfit to show their faces in civilization. “Shukto”, “Labra”, “Cheychhra”, “Chorchori” – everything emerged at the same time and were the fruits of some desperate labour.
“Dhoka” as the name suggests stands for deception. The boiled and mashed dals were prepared in a way to mimic the taste of meat. Non-vegetarian food was the only staple people of Bengal knew and couldn’t look past “mangsho” or “maach” for their nutritional requirement. But when “Dhoka” came around, our meat eating friends just couldn’t get enough of it. The taste was fulfilling, the look regal, the texture sophisticated and the nourishment exceeded what a “mangshor jhol” could provide.
Our matriarchs went one step further, and decided not to put any onion or garlic in the gravy either. The “Dalna” is tangy, sweet, spicy and just the right amount of salty to make it a complete “umami” offering. This was achieved without any of the root flavoring. For a cuisine that looks towards “ada” and “roshun” so often, this was an unparalleled achievement.
Through food, Bengal’s widows led their own Suffragette movement. They pioneered the use of vegetables and simple spices, and in no uncertain terms displayed an indomitable spirit that has given rise to some of our cuisine’s most loved preparations. Making Dhoka is hard work. Blending the dals, cooling it down, kneading that doughy consistency, cutting perfect parallelograms, frying them just right, AND then getting down to the gravy. Women don’t shy away from that hard work, yet have the energy to work 2 more jobs, raise a family, strum a Taanpura and sing Rabindra Sangeet flawlessly, make 40 cups of “chaa” in a day, and go out and defend the family from any nefarious element. We’re a matriarchal society, our food adds to it. About this, there’s no “Dhoka”.
What You’ll Need:
For the Dhoka
For the Dalna (Gravy)
RECIPE:
A. For the Dhoka
For the Dalna
It’s no surprise that Dhoka’r Dalna is such a flavourful dish. The steps involved are complex, layered, yet so simple and subtle in their execution. Our chefs have perfected each technique after hours of practice and experimentation. The results are so staggering that even Bangaali Maas are proud of them, and that’s no mean feat. Order the Dhoka’r Dalna off our menu today to experience the taste of Bengal!