My grandfather never once used a spoon for his rice and dal, and as a kid I used to think it was just an old
Every monsoon, the roadside near my house fills up with vendors selling small baskets of jamun, sprinkled with a little rock salt and chilli powder.
There’s a moringa tree in almost every second backyard I’ve visited in India, and for the longest time I barely paid attention to it beyond
My grandmother always dry-roasted her cumin and coriander seeds before grinding them into masala, and as a kid I never understood why she wouldn’t just
Sattu was never something my Bihari relatives treated as a trend.. it was just what you drank on a hot afternoon or stuffed into a
There’s always a small bunch of pudina sitting in my fridge, and by monsoon it becomes non-negotiable. It goes into chutneys, raitas, and a big
Ask anyone who grew up in an Indian household and they’ll tell you the sound of a pressure cooker whistling is basically a dinner bell.
If you’ve ever fasted for Navratri, Janmashtami or Ekadashi, chances are makhana has shown up on your plate in some form roasted plain, tossed in
Anyone who’s had a proper dum biryani or dum aloo knows there’s something different about food cooked on dum, the flavours feel deeper, more melded
Growing up, there was always a small cotton pouch of soaked moong tied up in the corner of our kitchen, quietly sprouting overnight. My mother
