This post was meant to be dedicated to an experimental recipe with banana blossoms for Friday lunch. I’d never noticed banana blossoms before last Thursday’s visit to the hypermarket, but there they were, looking so exotic and adventurous sitting next … Continue reading
There’s no way a wonderful problem like that would ever be my own doing. I have a black thumb, if that term even exists. Back in my New York apartment, my roommate Mary had a glorious plant. Lovingly named Bert. … Continue reading
I know children love playing around with dough, or licking bowls streaked with chocolate cake batter [points at self vigorously], but I know few kids under twelve who would care to remember, let alone observe, the nuances of their mothers’ … Continue reading
I must have been 12, maybe 13, when Ma demanded that I step foot in the kitchen and help her make our traditional style of Indian roti – ‘Per,’ with the ‘per’ being somewhere in between par and per se, … Continue reading
I could envision…almost taste…the dessert as I drove back from work last Tuesday. It was just an idea, one of those culinary day dreams I typically sink into whenever my mind has the luxury of wandering at will. It sounded … Continue reading
I’ve had a love-hate relationship with Starbucks since the time I discovered the chain. At first, I was absolutely enamored by the lifestyle coffee concept and loved it to bits for years after, through college (especially through college, where on … Continue reading
It seemed like only yesterday. Actually, it was only yesterday. Or maybe a few days ago…when I could eat, nay gorge, without feeling like someone were running a potato peeler down my raw congested throat. Fine. Maybe I’m verging on … Continue reading
My famous last words right before moving out of New York City back in February: “I love this city Mary, but I doubt I’d really miss it.” And here I am, eight months in, experiencing this sad nauseating flip in … Continue reading
Last week, I was so inspired by the Thai cooking class with my fellow foodies at ICCA , that I baked a ‘Thai chicken pot pie’: a lemongrass and kaffir lime-infused chicken and vegetable broth, ladled into a homebaked pie … Continue reading
Whoever coined the phrase “too many cooks spoil the broth” had evidently never been to a group cooking class. He had probably never experienced what it’s like to share all the tedious chopping and mincing chores needed to prep your … Continue reading
I love waking up to Fridays like this past one. Peeking out from under the covers to a day that yawns out lazily, full of empty white hours where I don’t have to be anywhere doing anything. A day that’s … Continue reading
Every time I ask dad how he creates his incredible slow braised, Indian curried turkey, he modestly responds, “It’s not hard at all, anyone can do it!” Sort of reminds me of that old TV cook show from the 90’s … Continue reading