￼Rasmalai is an Indian dessert, and here I’ve adapted Melissa Clark’s recipe for Rasmalai Cake to make my version. It’s amazing how one bite of this cake will you feel like your are tucking into the richest, best ras malai you can ever find!
To say it briefly, lately, my life has been a mess. Shifting homes is turning out to be way more chaotic than I had ever imagined. I guess, for people like me who work from home, the impact is a bit more because one ends up feeling uprooted on the work front too. So when the folks at PepperTap reach
I’m not shy of making risottos, but honestly, ever since I discovered ‘baked risottos’, you know the kind that you start on the flame and then shut-off in the oven for the next 40-or-so minutes, I’ve had zero inclination to make it any other way! When I’m cooking just for the 2 of us, it frees me
If you’re looking for an alternative to the regular basil-pine nut pesto, then this arugula and cilantro (coriander as we like to call it in India) Pesto is a refreshing change! Walnuts are often used even in traditional pesto, instead of pine nuts (as they can be expensive).
Do you know what ‘kachumber’ is? It’s a sort of daily salad that accompanies Indian meals. Finely chopped tomatoes, cucumber, onions and dressed with something tangy (usually lemon juice), some chillies and salt and pepper. Simple, uncomplicated, but not something that you can make a meal of. But th
I’ve never been to Turkey, barring a brief stopover at Istanbul airport when I was on my way to Paris last year, but I can’t get enough of this Turkish street food snack called ‘Gozleme’. Think of it as a ‘roomali roti’ wrap that’s
Think of this ‘Egg-in-a-hole’ as the sort of grilled cheese sandwich you can eat for breakfast without feeling guilty! I prefer mine with some mozzarella, but sky is the limit here. My Unlce who first told me about this recipe, also calls it ‘Golfer’s Egg’.
Pin it, bookmark it, share it on my timeline or ‘favourite it’ – that’s how I’m used to saving recipes and clippings online. I don’t mean to sound archaic, but that’s such a far cry from the very first time my ‘Amma’ made me jot down a recipe in a diary that Papa had designated as one I was allowed
The time after a vacation is the toughest for me to get back to work and re-align my energies. Refreshed with new experiences, I’m usually lost dreaming up new recipes and projects while cheekily ignoring the dishes piled up in the sink. Really… the humdrum can wait! But this time, it’s just been ‘b
My first taste of red rice coincided with my last evening on the island of Bali. Sulking at the end of my week-long holiday, we made our way to watch the stunning sunset at Jimbaran beach and ordered an early dinner. Since this was nearly four years ago, my memory fails me in being able to recall th