Rok Sako tho Roat Lo! Part 1: The Making of the Roat

When I last visited my grandparents in Pune , I heard about the Roat . And heard that the bakery in Ganeshpeth is over a hundred years old. I found this interesting and thought I should go check it out. 

The Roat Bakery, situated near the Meera Datar Durgah (interesting name!!) sold only Roats. A Roat is a sort of large cookie but very rich and nutritious ; made out of Rava (semolina), mawa, ghee, sugar, milk, and dry fruits. It's usually made around the time of Muharram, where (if i understood correctly) these Roats are used as a kind of bargaining chip with God: "If I get a job, I will give 300 Roats out to the poor" etc.

The Bakery, owned by the Shaikh family for 5 generations,  is 140 years old and Roat making is an old Iranian tradition. The tradition of bringing in your own ingredients to be mixed and baked, is however, distinctly Pune and that is what made it very quaint. The bakery itself spilled out behind the shop and into the corridor and staircase, where the family lived, but the old wood fired ovens were still in use. People come from all over Maharashtra to make and bake  Roats from them. What makes them different from the original Iranian Roat ? 140 years ago, the current owner's great great great grand father reformulated the Roat. He added the rava, dry fruits and ghee, which made the Roats softer and moist. Now, five generations later, the Roat shop is still going strong, where, especially during Muharram, they're so full with orders, there is no room to stand!

Customers waiting for their ingredients to be mixed into dough.

 The mixing of the Roat dough.

Making the Roats.

 This man claims he can put 53 trays into the oven in 2 minutes. I didn't time him, but he was pretty fast!

 Putting them into the ancient wood oven.

When the Roats are out of the oven, they have to cool before the waiting customers take them home.

                          

               Roats, ready to be sold in their shop window.

Rok Sako tho Roat Lo! Part 2: Waiting for the Roats to Cool.

The most interesting shots of the Roat Bakery, I got while the Roats were put out to cool. 

After Moon River

I got into the ferry at 10 at night. A few boats crossed in the moonlight. I could hear the water lapping against out ferry over the party that was beginning to start on the lower decks.

 In the morning, when I awoke after a disturbed nap of 45 minutes, I was overwhelmed by the amount of boat traffic on the same calm, moonlit river, that I had seen the day before.

Really, Dhaka at its best!