Recipes

Rita Aunty’s Anglo Indian Junglee Pulao

I have been extremely worried out Maa - she and Mashi have been alone ever since our house-help left for her ...

The fifth morning of lockdown. We are getting used to blissful time-stop-still mornings - ...

Its the fourth morning of the lockdown. The tension in the air is palpable. There’s uncertainty. There’s ...

The giants have been a dismal failure, S and I discuss as we sip our morning coffee. It is the third morning ...

The second day of lockdown and I wake up to a world of uncanny calm. No noxious fume-belching yellow ...

The first day of the lockdown and we were thoroughly under-prepared. We knew it was coming, we were rather ...

It was sometime late October last year. The Pujas were over, Diwali was round the corner. The perfume of ...

Sheem Bhorta was not in the first draft menu I had chalked for the lunch with friends. By when a neighbour ...

It has almost become a customary ritual, a couple of my childhood friends from Assam, gathering at my place ...

I seek inspiration this morning. The muse, the kolshi of nolen gur, the last of the season, rests on the ...

Even after the euphoria of Sankranti, the celebration of Mother Earth and her produce, is long over, the ...

Come new year, and I wallow in honey-sweet nostalgia. I yearn for that perfume of new rice. The ritual of ...