From the shores of the Arabian Sea and the coast of Malabar, vibrant with a spice trade that lured Greeks, Romans and Arabs to navigate..

  Dipped in lightly beaten egg, coated in dried breadcrumbs just coarse enough to give you a crisp, golden crust, cutlets –or chaaps, as you..

In an emergency, you can always rely on eggs to help you cook a big, tasty dish of curry, or to prop up a faltering..

Recently, I was going through a collection of Coorg nursery rhymes for very small children recorded way back in 1871, and came across this delightful..

A couple of weeks ago, I carefully carried out a jar that had been standing on the cool surface of a granite shelf for well..

Waves of taste and scent rise and fall in a single helping of pulikool. It might seem that the entire contents of an average spice-box..

On a recent trip home to Coorg, once quiet country roads were jammed with traffic, there was a frenzy of ugly construction everywhere, and coffee..

There’s a particular warm, nutty fragrance that I associate with the time of year when the days are noticeably shorter and the nights longer and..

Huge, impassive, its inscrutable, waxy green surface chalky, like a folk artist who has been too free with the face powder, the ash gourd is..

On mornings when a wilderness of tangled, lush greenery grew on my grandmother’s dangerously rickety kitchen table and the fresh, sharp, mingled scents of mint..

The stew that we were served at my boarding school was simply repulsive. It was brown (ish), slippery, and sounded exactly like a description of..

Some evenings, everything comes tumbling together in a way that is so perfect you couldn’t replicate it if you planned for months. Cool, crisp weather,..

My grandparents lived on a coffee estate that was situated in the middle of nowhere. Long stretches of very straight, un-tarred roads connected them to..