A Moroccan finale makes a south-India detour. Of course, that takes a little time
Regular readers of this column may wonder: Moroccan food? Again? I can’t help it people. It’s light. It’s refreshing. It’s great for the summer. It’s emerged a hit with friends and family. They’re happy. I’m happy. Read more
Your culinary juices may not depend on new equipment, but a new gizmo sometimes sparks fresh creativity.
For someone who cooks a reasonable amount and treasures his kitchen, I am notorious for using aging, blackening utensils. I may spend inordinately long periods in kitchen stores admiring the latest Teflon-coated wonder pan or the Italian passion-fruit juicer, but I don’t actually buy anything. Read more
Oh yes, it’s true.
We fell in love one warm monsoon weekend, nearly 13 years ago. I can’t forget those furtive touches, spice-laden caresses and the grand finale that steamed up my glasses.
Down, all of you. Read more