Khichdi at 2 AM, No Shame
There are foods you eat at the right time, and then there’s khichdi—the dish that couldn’t care less about the…
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Tupperware Trauma: Where’s the Lid?
Somewhere in the universe, there’s a parallel dimension filled with plastic lids that once belonged to your kitchen. They’re all…
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Food Regrets I’d Make Again
Some regrets linger longer than others. The fourth gulab jamun when you were already full. The roadside pani puri that…
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Notes I Wrote in the Masala Stains
My school notebooks were never pristine. While others had neat plastic covers and ruled margins with red lines intact, mine…
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Emotional Eating, Desi Edition
We don’t call it emotional eating. Not in desi homes. We just call it dinner. Or chai. Or “Kha le,…
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Spoon Licked, Memory Triggered
It always starts innocently. You’re cooking—or maybe just stealing a taste—and you lick the spoon. A reflex. A casual motion.…
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That Dal You Can’t Throw Away
It’s been sitting in the fridge for two days. Maybe three. In a steel bowl with a glass lid that…
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The Pickle That Outlived the Fridge
There’s a jar in every Indian kitchen that predates logic, labeling, and in some cases, the refrigerator itself. It sits…
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Festival Foods We Only Pretend to Like
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The Language of Ladle Sizes
In every Indian kitchen, there’s a drawer or a hook or a steel tumbler overflowing with ladles. Slotted ones, deep…