Christmas Food Photography

Bebinca | Bibinca | Experiences of a Gastronomad

Layer above layer. And then one more. Come on, a little voice goads you. And you add yet another ...

Aunty, I am in Kolkata, I call Rita Aunty to inform. A moment of silence. And then the familiar voice - I ...

It was a fog-laced chilly winter morning when S had suggested we head for breakfast to one of ...

My Chinese Chicken Roast. Luscious and succulent. Patiently basted with a honey - soy marinade. Perfumed with ...

Mrs Browns Dundee Cake, S had exclaimed when I had asked if he had any preferences for the cake we would be ...

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

Bapi rarely cooked. And that wasn’t because he didn’t know how to cook. In fact, he adored cooking. The ...

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

Time flies, on rosy wings. As yet another decade draws to a close, I cannot but revert to the studio ...

Rewind to a fortnight back. The shrill cacophony of the phone punctuates the sublime bliss of the winter ...

"হেথায় আর্য, হেথা অনার্য হেথায় দ্রাবিড়, চীন-- শক-হুন-দল পাঠান মোগল এক দেহে হল লীন। পশ্চিম আজি খুলিয়াছে ...

We hunted. We fished. We foraged. Earthy food. Clean flavours. Redolent of the earth and the rivers. The ...