The other day, one of my lunch partners, Varghese George, Delhi Political Bureau Chief of the Hindustan Times, triumphantly placed a jar of beef pickle on the table.
Like most of us, George, an amiable, award-winning journalist from a little village (only 5,000 souls) called Puramattom in God’s own country, 100 km south of Kochi, did not get the pickle from mamma. He made the pickle himself on a recent visit home. Read more
I have one of those Patiala-made cooking ranges—if the grill or oven is fired up, you touch its surfaces or knobs with bare hands at your peril. Read more
I hate to admit this in public, but there’s no running away from it.
My father-in-law always says—in the admiring manner that an Indian father-in-law reserves for his favourite son-in-law, “No, no, Samar, you’re a gourmet!” Read more