List of Indian Sweets and Desserts - East

East

Name Image Main ingredients Remarks
Abar-khabo Milk-based
Amriti
Bonde Ghee-based
Chhena Gaja Chhena, sugar, ghee Milk-based
Chhena Jalebi Chhena, sugar, ghee Milk-based
Chhena Kheeri Chhena, sugar, milk Milk-based
Chhena Payesh Milk-Based
Chhena Poda Milk-based
Cham cham Flour, cream, sugar, saffron, lemon juice, coconut flakes Milk-based
Jal-bhora Milk-based
Kadapak Milk-based
Kalo jam Milk-based
Kancha-golla
Kheer er chop Milk-Based
Kheersagar Milk-based
Komolabhog Milk-Based
Ledikeni Chhena, sugar, ghee Milk-based
Lyangcha Milk-based
Malapua (dessert) Milk-based
Mihidana Besan flour, sugar, ghee Besan-based
Milk cake Milk-Based
Mitha dahi Milk-based
Narkeler naru Coconut-based
Pantua Chhena, sugar, ghee Milk-based
Pati shapta Milk-based
Pithe Milk-based
Pranohora
Rabri Milk-based
Rajbhog Milk-based
Rasabali Milk-based
Rasgulla Chhena, sugar Milk-based
Raskadamba Milk-Based
Rasmalai Chhena, milk, sugar Milk-based
Sandesh
(several types)
 Milk-based
Shor Bhaja
Shor Puria
Sitabhog Milk-based

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