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. Read more

My favourite meat is fish.

To me, this is a no brainer.

Some part of my chromosome clearly has a strong gene handed down from my seafaring, Goan ancestors. This gene appears to control my olfactory glands. Unlike most of my friends, I love the smell of fish — dried, fresh, frying (rotting is another matter, but then I’m not a rat). Read more

Five years ago, I gave my in-laws a really hard time.

They were going to the US — as they often do to meet their son — and asked what they should get me.

“A bamboo steamer,” I said, prompted no doubt by some dumplings I had (I don’t really remember) recently. Read more

Readers of this blog will know how much I love fish.

I can eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner (and in between).

I can eat it dried , fried, grilled, curried, deep fried, stir-fried and - in the case of sushi - raw. Read more

 

Have you ever heard of these?

Fighting Chicken

Star-Trek Brinjal

Mohammad’s Fish

Stay with me.

What do families do when they can’t leave home? Read more

Fish, to taste right, must swim three times—in water, in butter and in wine.

So says a Polish proverb. The problem, of course, is that Poles are not born on the Konkan or Coromandel coast, where fish, to taste right, must swim twice—in water and in coconut milk. 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