When we were small, these thin, round rolls coated with bread crumbs and deep fried to perfection were simply called “rolls”. At a later stage someone wanted t... Read More...
Every Saturday morning a smokey, delightfully spicy yet surprisingly mild mist nudges my nostrils. It envelopes me in a cloud and fills me with delicious dreams... Read More...
The first time I saw thumba karavila was when I was a child. “Amma what are these?” an excited me asked my mother who had just returned from the Farmers’ Market... Read More...
Anyone who knows me knows that I have a thing for pork.
A VERY big thing for pork.
While it is not something that we eat every day, it is definitely somet... Read More...
