The Last Banana Leaf Meal: Farewell Feasts and Mourning Food
The last time I ate on a banana leaf in my childhood home, no one said it was the last.…
The last time I ate on a banana leaf in my childhood home, no one said it was the last.…
There’s a very specific kind of sadness that comes from eating dal-chawal at 3 PM. It’s not about hunger. It’s…
In my grandmother’s kitchen in Dadar, the most sacred item wasn’t the tulsi plant or even the framed photo of…
There’s something deeply disappointing about biting into a store-bought gujiya on Holi and realizing it’s just… okay. It’s not bad.…
The first time I made khichuri with the intention of offering it to the gods, it didn’t turn out well.…
In the house I grew up in—an old Mumbai apartment with creaky doors and a calendar permanently stuck on Ganesh…
It starts with a full plate. Not metaphorically. Literally. A plate already brimming with rice, dal, sabzi, and at least…
Some families pass down heirlooms. Mine passed down dinner sequences. In our Mumbai home, the order of operations on a…
I’ve never trusted plates that ask you to eat in a straight line. Appetizer, main course, dessert—each in neat sequence,…
Growing up in Mumbai, Sunday lunches at our extended family home followed a choreography so tight it could rival a…