Tips

It’s that time of the year again! I’ve struggled with my Thanksgiving Turkey roast – facing a variety of issues…from being too dry, overcooked, undercooked, burnt, not well seasoned or simply not ready in time!

Egwusi Stew for fall season is in memory of rising and falling graphs. What are we talking about here?

Golu is a festival celebrated in many parts of India (particularly Tamil Nadu) that I recently had the good fortune to attend and celebrate in Chennai. Inspired by the traditional sundol treat during Golu festivities, I decided to make a Rajma Salad.

This post is about what happens when we have the dilemma of choices- when you have to pick from a diverse menu. Choosing what NOT to do is damned difficult at times. 🙂

This post is contributed through Salmon Fish Lovers- friends across the Seven Seas. I thank them for their sharing their meals, stories, foodie conversations and inspiration over many years.

I have a new Food and travel tale for fun weekend around Bengaluru for Foodies! It comes at a time when life is not so Zen for me. But I have thankfully the memories of happier times and days with a few good friends.

Picking up the long overdue thread from Migration Story- Part 1 , I continue to narrate the travels and travails in my Migration Story with food, conversations, research and team building.

Recalling a friend’s balcony garden, touching moments of receiving spinach, and memories of their childhood chore of cleaning the fridge. The process of preparing a mixed vegetable dish, “chorchori,” is shared, along with spices and personal anecdotes, culminating with reflections on home and culinary inspirations.

Barko shares memories of Nigerian puff puff, a beloved street food in West Africa. They recount their mother’s heartfelt dedication to her Sunday school class and an event hosted for Samaritan’s Purse, where they prepared puff puffs for the children. The puff puff experience symbolizes cultural connection, family bonds, and the essence of Nigerian life.

One of the first few people I invited over for lunch at my apartment in Bengaluru was an old childhood friend Souvik and his artist wife Antara. I recalled meeting her earlier at an exhibition of her works. I bought one of her paintings (a cute illustration of 3 chickens) for my kitchen which is probably still somewhere in Singapore.