What drew me the most to Mumbai is its sea. Turns out to be the same for my mother. Here she writes about the hold the sea of Mumbai has on her… ...

Have you ever been lucky enough to experience the celestial aroma of pancakes forming on a pan? I was this morning. I nearly swooned as the heady fragrance of pancake batter hugging the saucepan ...

Seville, a city which welcomes you with a horse carriage appearing around the corner as you get off your cab to walk down the picturesque lane to your hotel. A city that pulls at your heart strings ...

One of the reasons why I usually decline restaurant review invites is the amount of food that gets wasted. There’s only so much that one can eat. Then there are issues of it being an artificially ...

This is about how you can connect with people through the world of food. Here are the scanned pages in case you can’t get hold of the magazine. Hope you enjoy reading it ...

If you remember I had written that there was more to the story when I wrote about the pesto pomfret recently. Well the second half of the story played out yesterday. It started first with the tweets ...

I have no delusions of being a chef. Yet, as always, Bourdain hits the sweet spot. This is pretty much what I feel about baking. I love desserts. I worship breads. I don’t make them. We even bought an ...

This post is about the joy of cooking something where you have no idea how it would turn out. And then realising that you needn’t have worried. What adds to the fun is if you have some of your best ...

Chef Davide Rebeccato of the Oberoi Trident group once told me that the secret to a good risotto is continuous and meticulous stirring and nurturing which apparently helps the creaminess of the starch ...

Last breakfast in the beautiful Hotel Amadeus in seville before we take the train for Granada. Seville, a city which welcomes you with a horse carriage appearing around the corner as you get off your ...

I started a discussion on Sunday lunches sometime back on Facebook. Quite a few people wrote about Sunday lunches that consisted of dishes they had grown up. Comfort food on the day of rest. For me ...

I’ve kept quite about this for almost a couple of months as I was superstitious and didn’t want to jinx it. But the blog was the best place to break the news. All goes well then in two hours from now ...