Why Pickles Deserve Their Own Spot
They sit quietly in the corner of the plate—sometimes on a banana leaf, sometimes in a tiny steel katori, sometimes…
They sit quietly in the corner of the plate—sometimes on a banana leaf, sometimes in a tiny steel katori, sometimes…
Before the first bite, before the fingers touch the rice, before even the smell is fully inhaled—there is a pause.…
Every home has its own system of rules—some written, most unwritten. And somewhere in that list, nestled between “don’t waste…
Serving food on a banana leaf is not just a beautiful way to eat—it’s a ceremony. A choreography of placement,…
Ghee doesn’t ask for attention. It doesn’t sit on the table in pretty jars or announce itself with loud aromas.…
You don’t just eat pongal. You arrive at it. Slowly, through the smell of ghee in the morning air, the…
If you’ve ever shared a meal in a traditional Indian home, you’ve probably noticed a quiet, deliberate choreography at the…
In most of the world, dessert comes at the end. A sugary send-off. A reward for finishing your vegetables. A…
When someone dies, the house fills with silence first. Then with people. Then, slowly, with food. Plates of cut fruit,…
You never really drank Frooti from the box at home. The tetra pack was for travel—train journeys, birthday return gifts,…