food
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There is a certain joy that I feel every time I think about food. It’s an innocent joy, a very quid pro quo where a delicious piece is kept in front of me and I get to have a sensual experience of enjoying it.
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I cannot believe I have been writing odes for #BlogchatterFoodFest, that I have written THREE so far and I have not mentioned aam, mango, alphonso, dussheri, langda, badam, totapari, kesar…in any shape or form. The blasphemy! I must remedy this immediately, so here goes.
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As promised, I’m going to write odes to food items that I love for #BlogchatterFoodFest and today’s ode is dedicated to arhar ki daal. For those uninitiated into daal lore, this is also called as toor daal or lentil soup, if you will. I have no idea why daals are called soup because the only
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Okay, so, I’m obsessed with food. I love food, I love eating and I love talking about food and eating. Since #BlogchatterFoodFest is all about celebrating food, I thought this year, I’ll write odes to some of my favourite food items. Starting with: nariyal ki barfi.
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For as long as I can remember, food has been my lifeline. It’s been a source of comfort and joy. Nothing lights me up from the inside like when I am thinking, talking or eating food. Not surprisingly, I am surrounded by people who share my love for food.
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Desserts and I have a love-love relationship. The reason I love buffets is the variety of desserts I get to eat in one go. I spend time figuring out what dessert will give me the most joy before putting it on my plate. I ensure I’m completely present for the first bite of the dessert,
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Some of my fondest memories have an element of food attached to them. In fact I have managed to find a food angle to some of my disastrous memories as well. Is it any wonder when one of my favourite quotes perfectly captures two of my favourite pastimes – eating and thinking: “Indian thought while
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