Nalen gur

Nolen Gur and Chilli Cheesecake

I seek inspiration this morning. The muse, the kolshi of nolen gur, the last of the season, rests ...

Even after the euphoria of Sankranti, the celebration of Mother Earth and her produce, is long over, ...

Come new year, and I wallow in honey-sweet nostalgia. I yearn for that perfume of new rice. The ...

The debate at the dinner table is animated. The topic of discussion- where did the ubiquitous pulao ...

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

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

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 ...

Winter is fading away. Silently. On hushed tiptoes. The enigma of the mist over the lake no longer ...

Another mist-mysterious winter morning. I walk into my kitchen, an infant sun playfully projecting a ...

What's winter without nolen gur ? Grandma would ruminate. I am in my kitchen, bathed in streaks of ...

It's Makar Sankranti and my kitchen is a cauldron of furious activity. The chirer doodhpuli and ...