i saw smitten kitchen post her latest recipe for "flaky yogurt flatbreads" on instagram and immediately jumped in the comments to say "this is basically paratha, right?". little did i know this would derail my entire fucking day.
white women are obviously terrible. they like to think they've invented stuff that has existed forever. "but what about white men?" i hear you whining. fuck em too, but white women are also complicit in upholding colonialism. women are not inherently kinder or more generous and are capable of exactly the same level of cruelty as men. fuck off.
anyway, i expected the white women shit, but what really upset me was the number of desi people (let's be real, just north indians) arguing with me about the definition of paratha. indian food discourse sucks as much as italian food discourse but instead of italians leaving heated comments on youtube videos of italian-american red sauce, it's north indians denying the valid regional variations of the entire rest of the subcontinent and diaspora in favor of the narrow definitions they're familiar with. see: priya krishna insisting that kitchuri can only be pronounced with two syllables because her dialect is THE correct dialect.
anyway, here's a recipe for my mom's paratha (pronounced porota in bengali) that i ate for breakfast every weekend growing up, so you know this shit's authentic.
