I woke up in a strange hotel room last Sunday and reached for my morning paper. Bleary-eyed, I worked out that I wasn’t at home, wasn’t even in India and that therefore, I would not get to see that week’s Brunch. Well, yes and no. Read more
Even if you say that you do not like mushrooms – a common enough position with many Indians – and never order them at restaurants or cook them at home, there’s probably one mushroom you eat far more often than you realise. Read more
It’s a nagging thought that’s never found full expression. But each time I would read about medieval Europeans and their rush to find a way to get to India to discover the riches of the East, something inside me would stir uneasily. Pepper, I would read, was more precious than gold in Europe in those days. A single nutmeg commanded prices we associate with white truffles in modern times.
One of the earliest Rude Foods I wrote was about the club sandwich. I confessed to being a club sandwich fiend and explained the lengths I had gone to in an effort to track down the origin of the club sandwich. The most likely explanation appeared to be that it was invented in railway dining cars on American trains some time in the last century. Read more