I found this intensely moving - a strange mingling of memories of a childhood in Calcutta and a recent trip to Nice, blending with such human kindness and generosity of spirit. Who wouldn't have loved to sit at that table?
I love how different communities of Indian put their own twist to a dish. I have karhi in my home once a week but the Gujarati version is sans vegetables. And I don’t put the kalongi or fenugreek, that’s a Bengali thing to put Panch Phoron everywhere but otherwise it’s almost the same.
Thank you so much.... from the distant Girl....
Love from Saint-Nazaire
I found this intensely moving - a strange mingling of memories of a childhood in Calcutta and a recent trip to Nice, blending with such human kindness and generosity of spirit. Who wouldn't have loved to sit at that table?
I love how different communities of Indian put their own twist to a dish. I have karhi in my home once a week but the Gujarati version is sans vegetables. And I don’t put the kalongi or fenugreek, that’s a Bengali thing to put Panch Phoron everywhere but otherwise it’s almost the same.
Beautiful!
This hit home. Lovely writing.
Beautifully conjured, thank you.
Lovely!
Thanks so much for this recipe it’s just what I need and I’m for sure going to make it for lunch.
Wow love this writing and need to try the recipe. Thank you from NW England
I love how reading this made me feel, warmly lighting up my imagination and heart. And I can't wait to make the recipe. Sounds so spicy-comforting.
Like a soothing balm for known and unknown sorrows, as Anuradha's writing always is ❤️
I loved the way the food tasted different when eaten in a different context, a different sequence. Food is after all solid and gesture, both.
The aromas swirling between two of my home countries in this piece with linger with me for a long time. Beautiful.