Non Vegetarian

Jasha Maroo (Chicken Stew, Bhutanese Style)

Bhutan mesmerizes me. The ancient hills, snow-cloaked and sombre. The sylvan valleys. Verdant green. The ...

Grandma's princess is glum this morning. Incarcerated indoors, thanks to the merciless heat of a tyrannical ...

I potter around my sun-washed kitchen, gazing at the luscious Bay prawns that rest patiently on the black ...

That Grandma is furiously finicky with her rice is an understatement. The grains have to be perfect. The ...

The fledgling bottlegourd vine by the cowshed is mischievous. Every time a punctilious Manikkaka trains her ...

The heat has been excruciating over the last couple of days. The humidity punishing. It's a just a week to ...

My fishmonger gets me a delectable catch of pabda this spring-is-melting-into-summer morning. As fresh as ...

Jackfruit is in profusion this summer. The nondescript sapling Dada and I discovered in the backyard quite ...

When my fishmonger calls me this morning to inform that he has (finally !!) managed to get fresh shol maach, ...

I seek inspiration this morning. Something novel. Something I have never attempted before. I sit ...

The incredibly bony virtually inedible gada of the prized chitol maach rests on a kansa thala in front of ...

The laal shaak resting pretty on the kitchen counter draws me to a listless afternoon decades back. The ...