A bit of spice and a whole lot of lime
My paternal grandfather was a strict disciplinarian, a quality he picked up in the navy. He liked to wake up at 5am, do his exercises, take a shower, dress in his white shirt, dothi, and a freshly powdered face. He then would neatly chop up …
Growing up, pesarattu was one of those rare healthy meals that I didn’t just enjoy, but enthusiastically asked for as well. It was not made often as it was not my dad’s favourite, but perhaps it is the sporadicalness of the meal that made me …