Desserts

Poda Pitha

I have never quite been able to explain why Puri holds such a special place in my heart. May be ...

Has it ever happened, you are in the midst of cooking, when to utter dismay and indescribable ...

Christmas is about celebration, festivities and joy. The joy of life. The joy of sharing and ...

There’s a melancholy despair about Bijoya Doshomi. It’s meant to be a day of festivities and ...

Grandma carefully pulls out an old Britannia tin, the colours faded with age, the surface dimpled ...

Wave after wave lashes the shore. With a monotonous predictability that only Nature can ...

A mellow winter morning. I lie on Grandmas ancient four-poster, cocooned in the warmth of a ...

Playing with dough is my favourite pastime these days. I tear a frugal bit from the ball of dough ...

The Zachariahs lived in a sprawling mansion in a leafy cul-de-sac, a brisk five minute walk from the ...

Nothing gives this grown-up girl more joy on a mellow honey-sunshine-blessed winter afternoon than ...

A disciplined row of custard apples rests on my kitchen counter. Luscious and plump, from a farm, ...

It's the crack of dawn. Goubert Avenue and the fabled French Quarters of Pondicherry still hide ...