When I first found out that Judaism had a holiday specifically for celebrating dairy foods, my first thought wasn't cheesecake. My first thought was... gulab jamun.
What the heck are gulab jamun???
If you love Indian food as much as I do, you probably already know.
I grew up eating a lot of Indian food, and once I started keeping kosher, I missed it most of all. More than Chinese, Thai, or KFC put together. (Maybe not more than real dim sum!)
When I was a toddler, my father flew to India with an Indian friend and had the time of his life. He came back with a pair of lovely white linen "day pyjamas" that he'd save for special occasions, a love of delicate nose piercings and an insatiable appetite for Indian food.
(For some weird reason, my father hated ear piercings for girls but told me as I grew up that it would be just fine if I got my nose pierced. And indeed, he didn't flinch when I eventually got one.)
Ah, but Indian food. Fortunately, that was one appetite which he shared generously with us (except his love of okra).
Since moving to Israel, I've been on a quest for good Indian food here, which has not really gone well. There was a place in Jerusalem for a while, but apparently it is no longer under hashgacha. The food wasn't THAT great anyway, at least, not compared to the Coxwell & Gerard corridor I used to haunt in Toronto before I started keeping kosher.