A Sweet Tale from This Side of the Map
خوشی کا سفر ۔۔۔ میاں چنوں سے لاہور تک
پاکستان کی سب سے لاجواب ، سب سے لذیز اور خالص کھوئے سے تیار شدہ خوشی سویٹ میاں چنوں کی برفی اور رسیلے گلا ب جامن اب آپ کے شہر لاہور میں۔
خوشی سویٹ کی برفی کیلئے صرف بھینسوں کے خالص ترین دودھ کا انتخاب کیا جاتا ہے اور اس دودھ کو لکڑیوں کی بھاپ میں پکاتے ہوئے اس میں موجود نمی کو ہوا میں تحلیل کر دیا جاتا ہے اور اس طرح اس کو مسلسل اس حد تک گاڑھا کیا جاتا ہے کہ یہ ایک لذیذ سے کھوئے کی شکل اختیار کرنے کے بعد ازاں ٹھنڈا ہونے پر مخصوص جسامت کی ٹکڑیوں میں کاٹ کر برفی کی شکل دے دی جاتی ہے اور یہ برفی کبھی بھی آپ کے معدے کو بوجھل نہیں کرتی کیونکہ اس میں اسٹارچ اور بناسپتی گھی جیسی کسی غیر معیاری شے کی ملاوٹ نہیں کی جاتی۔
اسی طرح اگر گلاب جامن کی بات کریں تو بھینسوں کے خالص ترین دودھ کو ایک مخصوص عمل کے ذریعے اس طرح منتشر کر دیا جاتا ہے کہ اس دودھ میں قدرتی طور پر ، پنیر میں ایک خاص تناسب کے ساتھ کریم اور دیگر غذائی اجزاء ایک سائیڈ پر ہو جائیں جنہیں بہت نفاست سے چھان کر ایک پنیر کی شکل دے دی جاتی ہے ایک جیسا ذائقہ پہنچ جائے۔ پھر اسے چھوٹی الائچی اور زعفران سمیت کچھ اور دانے دار اجزاء شامل کر کے اس حد تک یکجان کیا جاتا ہے چھوٹے سے گول گول پیڑوں کی صورت میں ڈھال کر دیسی گھی میں اس حد تک فرائی کیا جاتا ہے جب تک ان سفید پیڑوں کی رنگت چاکلیٹی براؤن نہ ہو جائے اور ان گرم گرم پیڑوں کو الائچی اور قند سفيد سے تیار شدہ تیرےمیں ڈبکیاں لگوائی جاتی ہیں۔
ان تمام مراحل سے گزرنے کے بعد جو رسیلے ترین گلاب جامن تیار ہوتے ہیں وہ آپ جیسے ہی منہ میں رکھیں گے تو آپ کو منہ ہلانا نہیں پڑے گا یہ رسیلے گلاب جامن نخود بخود منہ میں گھلتے چلے جائیں گے
اور اس سونے پر سہاگہ یہ کہ اس لذیذ ترین سی سوغات کو اگر سونے کے رنگ میں ہی ڈھلی ہوئی دیدہ زیب کی طشتریوں میں سجا کر آپ کے پیاروں کو پیش کیا جائے تو اس کی قدر و منزلت مزید بڑھ جائے گی۔
اب ہو گی ہر گھر میں خوشی۔۔۔
Pakistan’s most unmatched, most delicious, and purely khoya-based Khushi Sweet, along with the electric and juicy Gulab Jamun of Mian Channu, is now available in your city, Lahore.
For Khushi Sweet’s barfi, only the purest milk from buffaloes is selected. This milk is cooked using steam from wood, and the moisture in it is dissolved into the air. It is continuously thickened to such an extent that it takes the form of rich khoya. Once cooled, it is cut into pieces of a specific size and given the shape of barfi.
This barfi never feels heavy on the stomach, because no low-quality ingredients like starch or hydrogenated oil are added to it.
Similarly, if we talk about the Gulab Jamun, the purest buffalo milk is processed in a special way so that, naturally, the cream and other nutrients separate in a balanced ratio, just like in cheese-making. These are carefully strained and formed into a cheese-like base to ensure a consistent taste.
Then, crushed almonds, saffron, and a few other grainy ingredients are added, and the mixture is unified to the point where it can be shaped into small, round balls.
These are fried in desi ghee until their white color turns into a chocolate brown.
While still hot, these balls are dipped into cardamom- and sugar-orange syrup.
After passing through all these stages, the juiciest Gulab Jamun are ready — and the moment you place them in your mouth, you won’t need to make an effort to chew. These juicy Gulab Jamun will melt in your mouth on their own.
And to add a cherry on top — if this most delicious treat is presented to your loved ones in beautiful, gold-toned platters, its value and charm will increase even more.
Now, there will be joy in every home…
Ufff…
It’s half past 2 AM, and I’m still up — typing out the writing printed on a not so simple box of mithai — in Urdu!
The story goes something like this: Khushi Sweets recently opened a branch in my hometown (visiting for holidays), and today, I finally had the chance to visit it for the first time.
The original shop is from a faraway, small town — Mian Channu — where some of our relatives used to live. That’s where I was first introduced to this sweet shop as a child. So today, walking into Khushi Sweets brought back a wave of childhood memories.
By the way, “Khushi” means happiness or joy in English, so one might think Khushi Sweets translates to Joy Sweets. But it’s not quite that literal. In fact, the shop is named after the halwai (sweet maker), Muhammad Khushi Bakhsh — and it still carries his name with pride.
Anyway, today I stepped into their Lahore branch... and in an instant, I was transported to the past. The same signature barfi, the same unforgettable taste — or so I hoped.
As I opened the box back home and read the note printed inside, something stirred within me.
I had to share it with you all.
It made me realize — this culture, these little regional specialties — how deeply they’re tied to love, warmth, and memories. These aren’t just sweets; they’re part of our identity. Small traditions, seemingly ordinary things, now feel like precious tokens of a simpler time.
Yes, it's a modern-day business affair now — a sleek, well-branded box with shiny green and gold packaging. (Green has traditionally been the color of sweet boxes.)
But back in the day, that barfi came in a flimsy cardboard box — nothing fancy, often falling apart.
And yet, the taste was unmatched.
Maybe I’m being overcritical.
But if I’m honest... it didn’t quite taste like the barfi of my childhood. Nevertheless, it's still number one for me, especially when compared to other brands in town/towns.
The ambience of the shop was top-notch. In Mian Channu, it all began from a humble corner (tharra )at T Chowk, near the bus stand. From there, it went through various stages of evolution — eventually becoming a proper sweet shop. But here in Lahore? It's a completely different vibe altogether.it has such a cozy setup. The wall murals, especially the one showing the sweet maker (halwai) at work, added so much charm. I absolutely loved the overall atmosphere!
Nothing deep — just sharing a small moment from everyday life here.
Barfi is one of our local sweets, and almost every town or city in Pakistan claims to have the best version of it. For me, it has always been — and probably always will be — Khushi Sweets, Mian Channu.
Lovely!
Food does hold very strong memories, along with the scents of certain foods. It can almost be like a type of time travel.
That made me smile, as I have had a similar experience with certain baked goods from my childhood back in Denmark. It puzzled me, in a way, until I finally came to realize that what had changed was me, not the food. I was still remembering and tasting it through the eyes of a nine-year old boy... and now I was a middle-aged man with a change sense of taste.
Not that it wasn't enjoyable, mind you!
Thank you for sharing this slice of your life!
Thank you millions for making sense of it.
My husband didn’t quite agree with me—he just said, “Nah, it’s the same taste…”
But now I understand...
Thank you for coming along with me on this little memory-lane kind of journey.
As I read the beginning, I thought "What's going on here - this isn't @soulfuldreamer"!
I'm a bit disappointed by this. I was hoping that these would be "happy sweets" laced with something "special" to make me happy. Cool name though. I don't think that's a picture of him, I think he'll look more like this...
If that's what the sweet shop looks like, it's nothing like any sweet shop I've ever seen!
It's funny how something as simple as a sweet can take us back "to a simpler time" (as you so nicely phrase it). @nobilisa is going to the town that I grew up in today and I'm fairly certain, she'll drive past my family home. This got me thinking about where I could suggest that she visits and one place (which is no longer there) that I would have loved her to go is the sweet shop in the local shopping precinct. As a child, whenever we went there I'd get a quarter of midget gems (a quarter being 1/4 of a pound of sweets - pre-metric).
That’s actually the heart of it... The urdu part!
If you understood Urdu, you’d realize—it’s a love story wrapped in the process of making mithai.
What inspired me to write this post was my husband reading the printed message out loud. But it wasn’t just that—it's the way he read it. He narrated it like a literary tale, adding such charm and depth that it felt like poetry.
😂🤣
You, of course, caught the message between the lines. Only someone like you could truly grasp the intent. Special but oh NOT so special. 😆 Thanks God!
Thank you for taking the time to read this little piece of mine. It may not have had much to offer—just my own emotions, tied to something as simple as a box of sweets... Hihi
Yessssss.... It does have a totally different vibe!!!
I've done that with cook books before to the-(now)7yo-gorilla 😆He would bring me a book and ask me to read it and it would be a cup cake recipe book. It's amazing how interesting something can sound if you try 😉
The way you say it...
"He tilted his head slightly, trying to look away.
"Please… tie your hair," he murmured. "I keep forgetting what I’m trying to say."
On the contrary:
He tilted his head slightly, trying to look away.
"Please… tie your hair," he murmured. "I keep forgetting what I’m trying to say." (Because your hair is sticking in my nose).
The second version fits my husband!
@the-gorilla I had 4 hours of free time today, so I walked around the city of your childhood. If I found this house correctly, I'm happy))
Why am I feeling so emotional?
These houses where we grew up… they hold so much.
Nostalgia really is a bitch sometimes.
I don’t even know what the-gorilla looks like — but somehow, I can picture him running around in shorts on this very pavement...
Look at what this sidewalk looks like)))
A few more houses down the hill and you'd have the right house!
Thank you and the quest is closed!)))
I know! I felt so emotional when I was telling the-mrs-gorilla. My mum still lives there (not the house in the picture, but on that road) and I still go back semi-regularly but still...!
Mym mum even knows who used to live in that house. Mrs Deer. She chuckled when she told me that Mrs Friend lived 2 doors away.
I love it when a café, sweet shop or any business has a story to tell — written on the back of a menu card or on a mithai box in this case. It doesn't matter if I like their food, I like it how it connects and makes me feel.
The art look so cool. The whole place seems to have a special kind of vibe.
And you were the first person that came into my mind when I entered the shop! "Hira would have loved it..."
Ye hamari choti choti khushiyan. Dil Khush ho jata hey in choti choti c baton pr. Kya masoom sey log hein hum. Nai???
Hehe... you know me so well.
A touch of technology have changed the taste of Barfi over the years. Maybe that’s the reason you can’t get that signature taste u had in your childhood.
Could be the reason...
So I was not entirely wrong 😆
chriddi, moecki and/or the-gorilla