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	<title>Our Daily Bread</title>
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		<title>The things we do for love</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Broccoli and I were never meant to be.
I had a falling out with the family when I was a boy in knickers. My parents ate a lot of - and still do, alas - a lot of cauliflower, broccoli&#8217;s desi cousin. I hated it.
So, when I was introduced to broccoli roughly a decade ago by [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/11/20/the-things-we-do-for-love/</link>
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		<title>Getting Jiggy with fine Punjabi dining</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Tandoori duck and salmon kebabs? Of course. But don&#8217;t forget the guchchi pulao at the Punjab Grill

(All photos: Ronjoy Gogoi)
Guchchi pulao? As in mushroom and rice?
You must be joking, I think silently, as Zorawar Kalra urges me to try it.
Why?
I eat vegetarian food, some, because I must — to stay healthy, to stay alive and all [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/11/06/getting-jiggy-with-fine-punjabi-dining/</link>
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		<title>Guts and glory in Nandgaon</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A drive down the Konkan coast turns into delicious challenge of wits
I was traveling down a sylvan coastal road down the Konkan coast last week when I saw the little roadside fish market. It was run by loud, cheerful fisherwomen, bejeweled and dressed in the Maharashtrian navvari saree — tucked between their legs.
I was traveling with [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/10/23/guts-and-glory-in-nandgaon/</link>
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		<title>Saunf far, so good</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve never been able to cultivate a habit for saunf, that sweet, somewhat cloying after-dinner digestive beloved to us Indians. Of late, though, I&#8217;ve taken to using saunf as a primary ingredient for cooking.
So far, I am happy to report that the results have been quite delicious.
The West knows saunf as fennel seed. If you [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/10/16/saunf-far-so-good/</link>
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		<title>Inside the Embassy</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Robust food and company — and a peaceful, easy feeling — at a Delhi favourite
You know that feeling you get when everything seems well with the world and god is in his heaven?
That&#8217;s how I feel right now.
I&#8217;m writing this after a most satisfying meal at a Delhi institution: Embassy restaurant, Connaught Place(inner circle, D [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/10/02/inside-the-embassy/</link>
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		<title>Thai high: The Konkan way</title>
		<description><![CDATA[We all love Thai food, don&#8217;t we? Tangy, spicy, saucy &#8212; close enough to be accepted by masala-loving Indians, exotic enough to be a special meal. A flood of Thai restaurants has washed up in our cities, but surprisingly few people try the cuisine at home.
This might be because some of the ingredients are difficult [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/09/25/thai-high-the-konkan-way/</link>
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		<title>Karim&#8217;s meets its match: Hail Al-Jawahar</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Here&#8217;s my conclusion: There&#8217;s no contest.
The legendary Karim&#8217;s - that bastion of Ramzan delights, rich Muslim food and epicurean fantasies - is markedly inferior to its lesser-known competitor next door, Al-Jawahar.I say this with all humility on behalf of my vastly experienced taste buds, honed by years of eating meat of every animal, cut, grade [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/09/18/karims-meets-its-match-hail-al-jawahar/</link>
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		<title>My steamy weekend affair</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Oh yes, it&#8217;s true.
We fell in love one warm monsoon weekend, nearly 13 years ago. I can&#8217;t forget those furtive touches, spice-laden caresses and the grand finale that steamed up my glasses.
Down, all of you.
That&#8217;s what the ancient Indian art of dum or sealed, steam cooking does to me. My friends always did question the [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/09/11/my-steamy-weekend-affair/</link>
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		<title>My late affair with salads</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Salads and I were never friends.
When we came face to face, the dislike was mutual.
&#8220;Don&#8217;t touch me, don&#8217;t even look at me.&#8221; I&#8217;ve heard that threat from many a lush-looking salad as it glowered at me from across the table, always at a safe distance, hiding behind the skirts of its big mama, palak (spinach).
&#8220;Why [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/09/04/my-late-affair-with-salads/</link>
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		<title>Mumbai&#8217;s mad little twists</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I am in chaotic, charming, frustrating Bombay (or Mumbai, if you want me to be politically correct), enjoying its wildly interesting people and even more interesting food.
It&#8217;s easy to work up an appetite. After being stuck last Saturday in the slow, honking mess that is Mumbai&#8217;s traffic — it took me 70 minutes from Mahim to Churchgate —  [...]]]></description>
		<link>http://blogs.hindustantimes.com/my-daily-bread/2009/08/21/mumbais-mad-little-twists/</link>
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