Is anyone else here a fan of Lakamari? Because I definitely am π
I was so excited when one of my cousins surprised me with Lakamari as a giftβsuch a thoughtful and nostalgic treat. Here I am unboxing this delicious goodness from Kasthamandap, and it instantly brought back so many memories.
Iβve had Lakamari before from the Kasthamandapand it was amazing then tooβthis one is just as good! If youβre ever looking for authentic, tasty Lakamari, this is the one to try. And if you havenβt tried it yetβ¦ trust me, give it a go. I think youβll love it π
Growing up, Lakamari was part of almost every occasion in our home, so it holds a very special place in my heart. Sweet, simple, and full of nostalgia π₯°
This weekend will be one to remember! A few of us friends came together to recreate a traditional Newari bhoj (feast) right here in Sydney, and it turned into an incredible celebration of food, friendship, and culture.
Since moving here, weβve always talked about how much we miss home β the gatherings, the laughter, the aroma of spices filling the air during family feasts. So this time, we decided to make it happen. We planned a full traditional bhoj, cooked everything from scratch, and recreated the full Newari dining experience β sitting on the floor, eating with our hands on lapate patta (leaf plates), and sharing every dish with love and pride.
From early morning prep to the last round of washing up, everyone was involved β chopping, frying, marinating, and tasting. The kitchen was buzzing with excitement, the music was playing, and the smell of roasted spices and garlic was everywhere.
Our Newari Bhoj menu was truly a feast for the senses:
Once everything was ready, we arranged the lapate patta, sat cross-legged on the floor, and served each dish in the traditional sequence. It felt like being back in Kathmandu during festival time β laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses filled the room. Everyone had their hands full of food, their hearts full of memories.
What made it even more special was how everyone contributed β someone brought fresh ingredients, someone took charge of the grill, and others helped decorate and serve. Cooking together made us feel connected β not just to each other, but to our roots, our family traditions, and the essence of being Newar.
This wasnβt just a meal β it was a celebration of heritage, togetherness, and belonging. In the heart of Sydney, for a few hours, it felt like we were back home β sharing love and laughter over a lapate patta full of food that carried generations of stories.
Hereβs to keeping our Newari culture alive no matter where we are β through food, friendship, and shared memories.