I’ve had quite a few awesome Kulfis in my lifetime up till now but the fondest memory I have of it is when we visited my grandparents to their village in Rajasthan. There was this old man who would go around the village in the evening time on his bicycle with an aluminum box tied to its back. He would yell “Kulfi” “Kulfi” to lure the kids out of their homes as if kids didn’t already wait for him at the door. And one fine day, we convinced our grandfather to let us taste his kulfi. When the man took that long, thin, rocket shaped kulfi out of that box, I had a feeling that I was in for a very special treat and boy, was I right or what? I haven’t been able to forget that Kulfi decades later and I don’t think that I ever will. [Read on…]