The original, Marathi version of this article appeared in Loksatta on November 10, 2012 and can be read here. I got married on Dassera, and by the time I came back from my honeymoon, it was time for Diwali. I had always been fond of everyday cooking and baking and could manage a decent job …
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It would be incorrect for me to say that some of the traditional Indian recipes I have here are of tremendous archival value. They’re not–they’re what every family makes across the country and has versions of their own. What I do try to do here is, preserve some of my family favorites for posterity. Some …
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Ghee. That quintessential Indian fat that must make an appearance as a cooking medium or condiment at every authentic Indian meal. I don’t know what arguments I should make in order to prove that it is a healthy fat, but what I can tell you is what a tremendous difference a mere half teaspoonful of …
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Apart from the fact that Naarali Poornima is the day Coastal Maharashtra celebrates the coconut and that fisherfolk offer coconuts to the sea on this day to ask it give them plenty and keep them safe from calamities, I know little about its significance. What I do know is that on this day, every year, …
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As I watch the rain crashing down from my little suburban window and sip on lemongrass tea (freshly picked lemongrass from a rain washed window), I cannot help but share with you some of my favorite recipes to make in the rains. They’re warm and comforting and everything that you want monsoon food to be! …
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When we were kids, the only kind of corn we got in the markets was the white corn. Like a string of the best pearls, it sat in its green casing, golden silk showing up here and there. If you pierced a pearl with your nail, it oozed thick white milk, holding promise of flavor. …
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Before Maushi and Kaka moved to their lovely little red bricked bungalow in Khanapur, they lived in a rented love nest on the upper floor of a modest house. Khanapur is a dusty old town with a very, very special place in my heart. So special that I cannot bring myself to write about it …
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