An invitation to Blackheath last weekend to visit some friends and take in their local firework display. The family treats it like yet another fraught expedition to back-of-beyond South London – meaning we will encounter the world’s worst traffic jam; Continue reading
In what has been a momentous week for cricket in India, I, like billions of others, have spent the last four days scouring the internet for feel good quotes about one Mr Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. In fact, India’s news channel Continue reading
Last Saturday after a long bike ride with some friends, we realized that we had found the biryani that would wear the yellow jersey. It started like this: husband’s aunt kept mentioning a place called Kadiris in Hendon. As I Continue reading
Obviously we pick one of the wettest days of the year to do our “admin” – defined in our household as mind-numbing tasks that are not related to eating, swimming, playing/watching cricket, cycling or going for a nice long walk. Continue reading
Of all my friends in London, Lisa reminds me the most of the mates that I have left behind in Bombay owing to the stimulating ‘intellectual’ conversations that we always have when we meet for dinner. Try this: when we Continue reading
I’ve read Poornima’s blog posts for a while now – marvelling at her use of language, her ability to pick out the flavours etc in each post. I look forward to receiving them in my inbox on a weekly basis, Continue reading
And to the pharmacy of our local Tesco to buy some non-preservative eye drops. At £10 a pop, is it any surprise that we landed up in the Indian ready meal section to recover from the shock? The husband who Continue reading
About Zoe (in her own words) “I’m Zoe Perrett- also trading under the alias of The Spice Scribe. I’m a food writer, eater and cook specialising in all aspects of Indian cuisine. Based just outside of London, sharing a tiny 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
I really did not want to like Café Dishoom. For one, it was introduced to me by various people with lots of hype, but more importantly, I was told that it was a Bombay Irani restaurant in London. And no Continue reading
