So-so-summertime happiness

On a rarely sighted street dish

- Mayank Austen Soofi

So much romantic myth is weaved around the creation of this dessert. Legend has it that pure white buffalo milk is whisked late in the night, or perhaps early, pre-dawn. Whenever, the whisking has to be done under a full moon sky. Only then does the fresh dew condense finely on the resulting froth; which then goes on to become the most dreamlike of all the delicacies hawked along Delhi streets—and this last point is no myth. Sadly, Daulat Ki Chaat is a winter guest, too frail for the heatwaves.