Indian Girl, English Cottage, Global Food
As someone who moved from Ireland to the UK 12 years ago, I still get disproportionately excited about all things Irish. And what could be more Irish than St. Patrick’s Day celebrated every year on the 17th of March in honour of the country’s patron Read more
Do you take recipes at their face value? Or are you curious about their provenance, their history and the paths they’ve taken to reach you? Me, I belong in the second camp. I find it fascinating how recipes travel, moving either vertically through generations (usually Read more
Recently, on Shrove Tuesday, I made the Blueberry Dorayaki Pancakes from Meera Sodha‘s book, East. The introduction to the recipe in the book tells us that Dorayaki are the Portuguese-influenced honey pancakes that are a speciality of Nagasaki in Japan. As someone who’s not particularly Read more
I can’t say I remember meeting Iyer Mami but I guess I could say that I have eaten her food. Or perhaps ‘imbibed’ is a better word. When my Mum was pregnant with me, her first & most favourite child (small print: this claim is Read more
My children love all kinds of ‘Chinese’ (or perhaps Americanised Chinese is a more accurate description) dishes where the chicken is deep-fried or even double deep-fried to achieve a crunchy exterior and a juicy interior and then dunked in a sticky sauce. Personally, I am Read more
Once upon a time, when life was normal and we could do all that we then took for granted, Wagamama* was one of my favourite places to eat in. The food was/is delicious, of course, otherwise I’d be a fool to keep going back, but Read more
Each year, it is expected of December to fly by at double speed. There are parties to attend, shopping to do, presents to wrap, Christmas baking to be done – you know what it’s like. Somehow, it seems like the year starts off slowly, barely Read more
I am craving a fish curry today. Making it is the easy part, deciding which kind is harder. After much deliberation – yes, we take such decisions with a great deal of gravity around here in our household – I settle on making a south Read more
It was a long time ago, but if I close my eyes, screw up my face and concentrate, I can still almost taste it. I was about 9 years old and lived with my parents and brother in rented accommodation in Ghaziabad, a city around Read more
This just might be the time and place to make a profound declaration about my lifelong love for potatoes. If not now, when? No matter what else has changed in my life from childhood to adulthood, this spudevotion has remained unequivocal. You cannot hide a Read more