Every time we are invited to someone’s home for a meal, the son (no doubt encouraged by his parents) plays the prediction game: Are we going to be served Indian, Western or mish-mash? If Indian, will he like it? If Continue reading
Walk through any Indian street during late morning or early evening and you are bound to get the delicious smell of deep-fried bhajjiyas bubbling away in big cauldrons of oil. I am catering to the masses here and calling them Continue reading
The best prawn curry I have ever eaten has to be the one my maternal grandmother used to make when we were kids This was in the good old days when the fisher woman used to come to the door Continue reading
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
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
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
