To say that I love food would be an understatement. However, I use the word ‘love’ for want of a better expression.
And no, I’m not one of those guided-by-recipe, following instructions to the T category of people, rather I think of each cooking experience as a journey where I’ve always discovered something new. I enjoy experimenting in the kitchen and even though I don’t cook on a daily basis I find that whenever I do, it has always lifted my spirits – after a mad, mad day at work, all the beating, whipping, etc. is definitely theraputic. Oh! And the smell of cinnamon and vanilla baking, the sharp aromas of red chilli, hing and curry leaves crackling in oil, the silent sizzle of banana caramelizing… Yes, there is some magic in cooking that’s mysterious and familiar at the same time, maybe that’s why we never get bored of it!
This blog is about everything that I’ve had to do with food – whether it’s eating off the roadside, something that I’ve come across and yes, its also an attempt to answer all those people who have been after me for recipes (you know who you are)!
Okay, so here we go… (deep breath)

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