what the fork

​​I have eaten as much Parsi food as is humanly possible for a non-Parsi. And I have spoken, written and, have passionately gushed over the cuisine more times than I should have. In…
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​​For a Mumbaikar like me, spending the month of Ramzan by visiting most illustriously time-honoured places such as Old Delhi, Agra, Lucknow and Hyderabad maybe a bit too ambitious. I…
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​​How is it that this small, oval-shaped fruit with golden-orange skin, so soft to the touch, its deep orange flesh tender and juicy, makes hearts flutter every time summer arrives in…
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​​I spend incredibly long hours on the road just being driven in Mumbai, getting from one place to another. Some people have found ways to kill time on long drives, especially if they…
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​​I have this maddening passion for rolls of all kinds. I don’t know what it is about meat wrapped up in parathas that gets me crazy, but I can trace this back to my early childhood. I…
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As some of you may have noticed, I am back from a whirlwind eating jamboree in Maharashtra. I whizzed through the Konkan Coast, eating my heart away, gorging on seafood in Malwan, and…
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​​I have been hibernating in the early weeks of the year, and have finally decided to surface, albeit late in January. I was in Thailand for a bit, Bangkok, to be specific, and comatose…
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​​It was utter discomposure. Come January, as the festival of Makar Sankranti approached, our kitchen at my grandmother’s house would turn hysterical. There was only one thing on…
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​​Nowadays I use the word Irani with a little apprehension, what after the uncalled-for wrangle I was dragged into – you know what I mean?On the other hand, the word Irani has given me…
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​​My father used to be out at sea, and got us spoilt on the foreign loot he would bring in every time he got home. Chocolates, sauces, tinned beans, canned sausages, luncheon meat,…
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