Bhadang
MK loves munchies—with chivdas and bhadangs topping the list. No matter how large a batch of chivda you make, it gets over in no time….
Camera experiments Part 1 (Window garden)
Clockwise from top left: Pink Impala lilies (desert rose), chili flowers in bloom, wild monsoon grass, pink periwinkle
Cashew and Vanilla Bean Cookies
I had been reading about the Arusuvai chain on Indian blogs for a while and watching everything like a silent passerby when I realized I…
Chivda
MK loves his munchies, as you know from here. It’s been a while since I made any. And because we’re just recovering from a tiff,…
Food processor focaccia and 100 posts
Turns out, the last post I wrote was my 100th. This little jhola of mine has been with me through so much–I started writing the…
How Gampu came back
When I was a child, we went to my paternal grandparents’ home for Ganpati celebrations every year. My grandmother was in poor health since as…
Metkoot Recipe (and a Metkoot-based Salad)
My daughter has a stomach infection. Why? Because she’s teething at the speed of light and is tempted to help herself to whatever she finds…
My first home-grown tomato | Taking a Blogging Break
Almost by reflex, the first thing I tend to do the moment I jump out of bed is go check on my plants. Even before…
Roasted Baby Carrots with Sea Salt and Thyme
Many, many years ago, on a trip to Mahabaleshwar, I ate baby carrots for the first time. Slender little things with their greens still on….
Sun Tea with Mandarins and Citron
The Internet has been carrying a lot of buzz about Sun Tea. It seemed like something I would like to do (if and when I…
Trikaya Farm visit
On the drive back home from the Trikaya farm in Talegaon, I felt deprived. Of fruit and vegetables. Not that I live in a desert….
Wholewheat and Bran Bread with Sundried Tomato, Garlic, and Rosemary
Sometimes, in the summer, I like to slip into the shoes of those old aunts and grannies who would climb up to their terraces in…
Window Garden and Black and White Wednesday No. 4
Like most people in Bombay, who have no access to backyards or dainty vegetable patches, I live my herb garden dream through my wrought iron…