the Anglo-Indian way

Rita Aunty’s Stuffed Chicken Roast

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

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 ...

Who would have ever imagined a rustic Pirali Brahmin girl, from a nondescript village in far-flung Jessore, ...

And there sits my bird, pretty and pompous, roasted to a gorgeous golden. Luscious and succulent. The piece ...

As a run up to Christmas, I shall be cooking Anglo Indian recipes this entire fortnight. Pies and puddings. ...

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