My Dad can cook only one dish ! (sorry Dad...but thats the truth!) On Sundays (it's the weekly holiday in India) , he would love wearing his chef's cap and get into the kitchen before anyone could. My Nanny, whom we fondly call 'Bua' was used to this routine and would give her extra special knowing smile which said “ We know what’s for breakfast today!” and retreat to her corner. My Dad would bark orders to do the mis-en–place , that is, the prep work of cutting the onions an

Amongst the magnificent pine trees, with the clouds floating towards me, breathing crisp and clear air with sounds of birds chirping, in a quaint town called Kasauli, nestled in one of the outer mountains of the Himalayas called the Shivalik range ,in Himachal Pradesh in Northern India, I set the Pin Rolling! My father and sister spent their childhood amongst these ranges..at Sanawar School , and so I look back at my childhood years sitting in a cozy library in the Kasauli Cl

My grandmother ....Badimama ...as we fondly called her...1924-2014 Born in the 1924, in Amritsar, Punjab, India , my grandmother's passion for food, cooking and thirst for learning new recipes was the strong motivation for me to step into the world of foodies. She is the inspiration behind this blog and we all miss her . They told me the immortal one had died I threw their words back in their teeth -they lied! Who dares to say the sun has left the skies? Who would embrace the