My mum is in Switzerland at the moment spending quality time with her Swiss grandchild. The son is keeping an eagle eye on proceedings – not so much because he is possessive of his grand mum but mainly because he Continue reading
“Grilled Masala Salmon on a bed of Chinese fried rice accompanied by wild asparagus and stir-fried vegetables.” This is how the son described the above meal in his food diary, quite forgetting that the audience was a stern swimming coach Continue reading
A couple of weekends ago we were invited to a spontaneous barbecue and I turned into an anthropologist’s case study (quite fittingly, as both the hosts have studied anthropology in Uni). Allow me to explain: the cultural anthropologist Marvin Harris Continue reading
I have said this once and I will say it again: I absolutely love coconut in my curries. I first encountered a corn on the cob curry in Nairobi when we lived there for a year. The aunty who have Continue reading
I am bored. Completely and utterly bored. It’s almost 10 years since I last went on excavation – my last one was Lake Naivasha in Kenya. 10 years since I last did something I wasn’t supposed to do: I travelled Continue reading
I have spent most of my life being told that I do not look, act, or speak like a Maharastrian – a group of people from the Western Ghats of India. This is slightly surprising as genetically as I am Continue reading
On Friday this week, it will be three years since my dad passed away. Fittingly for him, he died in the Wimbeldon fortnight (his last words to me were “Federer, Federer” ) as he was obsessed with sport and food. Continue reading
The son and I have finally prevailed upon my mother to make Peanut Chikki – a snack we both adore and discovered at approximately the same period in our lives – the tender age of one and a half. In Continue reading
This is what Tendli or Ivy Gourd looks like – most Indian children are violently “allergic” to it and I think it is only when you grow up that you begin to appreciate the taste of this vegetable. At least, Continue reading
“Your son should eat spinach to increase the power in his arms”, hollered the swimming coach to me last Wednesday. I nodded glumly as I know that the son only eats spinach in India: all my lies of Sachin Tendulkar Continue reading
