In the sacred grove after the prayers prasadam is offered to gods. Slow cooked in an uruli over a wood fire, its mulled with the scent of smoke. Chunks of candy sugar, coconut, holy basil, and chethi flowers, generously garnish the prasadam, which is nothing but Sarkara Payasam.
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According to the Raw Food Movement, at least 75% of the diet must be living or raw. But can raw food taste good? One bunch of mums think it can.
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In the 1930s my grandfather boarded a ship and cooked his way to Penang, where he worked until WW2. Years later achachan found his true successor in my mother. It is to her that he handed down his precious cookbook. Try this recipe from the book that's been around for over a 100 years!
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Happy Vishu to all my readers! Vishu this year was a complete success for me, everything went right! My daughter, who's growing up so fast, not only comprehended what the early morning fuss was about but also appeared to thoroughly enjoy it. The previous evening we made the mandatory trip to the local supermarket...
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I love parikai - yes! of course I don't love it so much that I eagerly drink its juice like my dad does . One of my favourite bittergourd dishes is Parikai Pitla.
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These days I am living the wonderful life, each day I wake up to delicious mornings, infused with the rich smells and sounds of my homeland. I am in India, and boy! am I happy!! I have just been busy unwinding and also taking care of home – my mum hasn’t been too well...
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Really simple & original creation using pumpkin and spices, from Nina's kitchen!
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An eye-opening documentary about the food industry, a humble unlabelled corn in the refrigerator, a winning recipe, guess who's the sucker?
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It happened at Allahabad, my first Army station soon after commissioning. It was a bright Sunday morning and the existing convention was that all young officers were to assemble at the officers mess for a beer session by 10 am, under the aegis of the deputy commandant or DC as he was called in...
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In the summers when the pumpkin patch would bloom, my grandmother would watch with hawk eyes, expertly pointing out the male and female blossoms. The swollen female blossoms were tended to very lovingly, they would after all be the providers of sweet, juicy and delicious pumpkins. By mid summer fully grown pumpkins will be...
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