Sweet Pongal Recipe:Easy to cook at home

Today is my favorite festival, and I prepared sweet Pongal—a traditional dessert from Tamil Nadu made with rice and jaggery. From cashews to cardamom, the combination of rice and jaggery makes the preparation of sweet Pongal too tempting to resist.

As the name suggests, the Pongal festival is celebrated by preparing Pongal (a sweet dish) at home. It marks the significance of the harvest season and is dedicated to worshipping the Sun God. Sweet Pongal is made with freshly harvested rice, ghee, jaggery, cashew nuts, and more.

Sweet Pongal, also known as Sakkarai Pongal or Chakkara Pongal, is prepared in every home across Tamil Nadu during the Pongal festival.

Here is how I prepared the sweet pongal

Cooking time: 60 minutes

Serves: 2

Ingredients:

Raw rice - 200 grams

Jaggery- 400 grams

Water - 2 cups

Milk - 1 cup

Elachi - 5 pieces

Cashew - 10-15

Ghee - 100 ml

Saffron ½ gram

The method of preparation

Take a thick-bottomed pan and boil water.
Add washed raw rice to the boiling water.
Allow it to cook and then add 1 cup of milk.
Keep stirring to prevent the rice from sticking to the bottom of the pan.
Once the rice is cooked, add broken jaggery pieces.
Stir continuously until the jaggery melts and blends well.
Add a pinch of cardamom powder (elaichi) and stir for 20 minutes.
Fry cashew nuts in ghee and add them to the mixture along with a few saffron strands.
Keep stirring for 10 more minutes and add enough ghee.

Delicious sweet Pongal is ready to serve!

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