When all else fails
If anyone tells you that you can’t spend an entire weekend in half-prostrate on your bed with your laptop balanced on your stomach, surfing through food blogs for inspiration with your left hand stuck...
View ArticleYou are what you put in your omelette
I spent much of 2014 getting nibbled on by a heart surgeon. Tall, curly hair that fell onto his Michael Caine-ish glasses and a waddle that could give Donald Duck a run for his money. I’m not even...
View ArticleTake the mountains’ word for it
We took a weekend trip to Darjeeling. A work thing. Mixed with tons of sleep. And food. Well, I mean, look. Just look. The last Friday night was spent swaying in a train, as we made our way to...
View ArticleIn two inches of oil
I’m writing to you from the mundane blue and white of my office, where I have taken a break from Excel worksheets to think about food. This may be the coffee talking, but is there nothing you can’t do...
View ArticleMy answer will and always will, be hilsa
“What’s your favourite kind of fish?” asked Priya. Her mouth was full of badly made chicken patty and her legs were propped up on the center table, on which lay few more chicken patties, more horrible...
View Article32 years. And salted butterscotch.
32 years. THIRTY TWO YEARS! Sometimes it feels like I’m 22, bent over on rolls of tracing paper at my college drafting board, wondering when I’ll hear the roar of motorcycle engines outside, signalling...
View ArticleRadio silence. Berlin. And the problem that sparked the idea.
Do you hear that? The radio silence that makes it seem like the blog’s gone dead? Well, it hasn’t. I’m coming to you from somewhere high above the Atlantic, as I fly back home. The airplane cabin is...
View ArticleWhat we eat
You know what the rains are like here. We get swept away and washed off of all our sins every season. Then we roll right out of bed, grab black umbrellas left behind by our grandfathers, go back to...
View ArticleMadness
It feels like I’m about start leaking marbles from my ears. Can you see it? Can you see the veins against my temples starting to split at their seams? In a moment, I’ll leak and be declared insane....
View ArticleNew, newer, newest
Sometimes it’s not lack of time that prevents me from coming here. Sometimes it’s just a loss for words. One thing I was sure of, at the fag end of 2017, was that my life would remain within the set...
View ArticleLost connections. And loaded hot dogs.
I have lost a lot of connection with food. Actually, that is incorrect. I should say that I’ve lost a lot of connection with cooking. Or baking. A month ago, I baked two apple cakes (no photographs to...
View ArticleCarbonara for Non-Italians
If you’re Italian, I suggest you turn away, because all things considered I definitely do not want you to wretch or cringe at what I’m about to share. I also do not want you to think less of me as a...
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