Lebu diye murgi'r jhol (Chicken curry cooked with lemon)

A summer classic : Lebu diye murgi'r jhol ( Chicken cooked in a tangy-lemonly curry)

Its an amazingly refreshing dish that's just perfect for the onset of summer. And pretty simple to cook too. The flavour profile plays effortlessly between tangy and spicy and compliments steamed rice, roomali roti or malabar paratha. The addition of the potato is optional though being a bong I would dare commit that blasphemy!

Bon Appetit!

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