It was a conversation with a friend’s octogenarian mother — a conversation that wandered back and forth, expanded and contracted over a couple of visits..

Writing about food has led to many unusual, enriching conversations, valuable friendships that I would never have made in the normal course of my life,..

Whenever we went on a picnic, there was always mor kool, wrapped up in wilted banana leaves. Never mind the more exotic, rich, dry-fried meats..

Tiny white neem flowers, exquisitely shaped and scented, looked forward to all year, barely had time to appear in their usual clouds of white and..

In the dry season, the hillsides are brown, the roads dusty. There is not even a hint of the lushness that will come with the..

Kodavathis of a generation or two before mine would have been surprised —if not disbelieving and mildly indignant —to see their favourite coconut toffee listed..

Every day of my life, I am conscious of taste. Each meal, each dish is thoroughly considered for taste —or the lack of it, sometimes..

  A cascade of slender, pink-tinged freshwater fish landed on my kitchen table in the early summer months of this year. The pile of tiny,..

When someone you know, who is eighty years old-or thereabouts -remembers their grandmother making the most perfect mulberry jam, in Madikeri, it’s a good guess..