I found this intensely moving - a strange mingling of memories of a childhood in Calcutta and a recent trip to Nice, blending with such human kindness and generosity of spirit. Who wouldn't have loved to sit at that table?
I love how different communities of Indian put their own twist to a dish. I have karhi in my home once a week but the Gujarati version is sans vegetables. And I don’t put the kalongi or fenugreek, that’s a Bengali thing to put Panch Phoron everywhere but otherwise it’s almost the same.
Thank you so much.... from the distant Girl....
Love from Saint-Nazaire
I found this intensely moving - a strange mingling of memories of a childhood in Calcutta and a recent trip to Nice, blending with such human kindness and generosity of spirit. Who wouldn't have loved to sit at that table?
I love how different communities of Indian put their own twist to a dish. I have karhi in my home once a week but the Gujarati version is sans vegetables. And I don’t put the kalongi or fenugreek, that’s a Bengali thing to put Panch Phoron everywhere but otherwise it’s almost the same.
Beautiful!
Beautifully conjured, thank you.
Lovely!
Thanks so much for this recipe it’s just what I need and I’m for sure going to make it for lunch.
I made it! I had some asparagus, broad beans carrot and cauliflower… a few curry leaves from my little tree. It was super delicious.
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Wow love this writing and need to try the recipe. Thank you from NW England
I love how reading this made me feel, warmly lighting up my imagination and heart. And I can't wait to make the recipe. Sounds so spicy-comforting.
Like a soothing balm for known and unknown sorrows, as Anuradha's writing always is ❤️
I loved the way the food tasted different when eaten in a different context, a different sequence. Food is after all solid and gesture, both.