A bit of spice and a whole lot of lime
I hate moving kitchens. I fall in love with each one so much that I’m always heartbroken when I leave, even though I’m the one who always chooses to leave. When I moved into the last kitchen, I was still deep in depression from breaking …
Do you guys ever get the feeling that you don’t want to do something because the entire world was doing it? When the pandemic came around, the whole world jumped on the sourdough wagon, and much to Ni’s dismay, I ran in the opposite direction. …
You never think you can make new friends in your adult life. Actually, let me rephrase that, I never thought that I could make friends in my adult life. At least, that was the attitude with which I entered grad school. Everyone around me was …
The day I arrived in the US, the whole day went travelling from Boston to the tiny university town of Hanover, and of course settling into my home after the whole drama of being abandoned at the bus station. The person who was supposed to …
When I was younger, I used to love birthdays! My mom’s, my dad’s, my best friend, Vaishaka’s, (maybe not so much my sister’s, because she was my mortal enemy,) but most importantly, mine. I loved the whole concept of birthday parties, everybody getting together to …
I love testing out recipes, especially if it is a dessert. Testing out recipes usually makes me wonder how people did it without the internet of pictures. Suppose you are trying out something you’ve never seen before, how would you have known what it looks …
Spring is here!! Finally! The temperatures are getting warmer here in Canada and I no longer have to wear a hundred layers to brave the cold first thing in the morning, while taking Dakota for a walk. Daylight, thankfully, no longer ends at 3.30 in …
My relationship with spice has been one that has evolved over decades. Despite having the gulti (people from the state of Andhra, known for their love of spice) gene in me, I’ve always avoided spice growing up. My mom would have to keep aside whatever …
The first time I had ramen was in Boston, or Cambridge to be exact. I was visiting Ni who lived but a street from Harvard, right before heading off to Oxford for Summer school and one of the evenings, we stood in the long line …
In the craze of getting married, moving countries (more than once) and the pandemic, I can easily count on one hand, the number of dates that Ni and I have been able to go on in the last couple of years. As we watch democracy …