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Rita Aunty’s Prawn Temperado, the Anglo Indian Way

The phone rings for a while before the unmistakable baritone voice of Rita Aunty answers the call. Did I ...

Pizza was not part of my growing up years. The sleepy hamlet of Karimganj had not yet woken up to the allure ...

Discover a treasure-trove of Ilish / Hilsa recipes. From Grandmom and Maas kitchen. And whenever, wherever I ...

What’s gota sheddho? I ask S when we are alone that evening. All the cousins were speaking of this ...

One day to go and She shall be arriving. My lal-par saree has been laundered and ironed. The kansa has ...

I have often mused about the East Bengal - West Bengal divide when it comes to food. And ...

Mrs Baker lived alone. In a humble rented accommodation in a leafy lane off Syed Amir Ali Avenue, a brisk ...

Happy birthday dear S You are the one who understood my passion for cooking and ...