i wouldn’t have heard about sunaparanta if i didn’t have a local friend in goa. this is an art centre situated in a lovely portuguese house, in the middle of a beautiful garden with champa trees. this old house was renovated in order to given the art centre a home. expect beauty at most corners… it has old world tiled floors, big wooden doors for … Continue reading sunaparanta – an art gallery in a beautiful portuguese home in goa
travel for me is all about getting to know the local people through their culture, arts and traditions, and what better than their food. while i don’t think i am a foodie from what i understand to be the modern sense of that word… i don’t understand ingredients, can’t guess whats in the pot unless told, and i can’t even tell if the salt is less or … Continue reading goan style pumpkin curry
i like hummus. this is not a mere passing infatuation that you brush away like fresh dust on the surface of that table by your bedside; this is long lasting, sincere, loyal, and here to be eaten. hummus has become a staple spread at my house, almost once a fortnight. its healthy, filling and tasty, and with lots of proteins and fibre, what more do … Continue reading hum-musing in greece
i am reminiscing about a trip to goa in 2008. i have an ex-colleague who lives in panaji but had never visited her. she lived in panaji and so a couple of us decided to stay in panaji, in the middle of goa. till then panaji had never even featured in goa plans. it was just the capital of the state and a boring place (in … Continue reading how scrambled eggs in goa changed how i eat eggs!
as you stand on the ledge, just two steps up from the pavement, you will see this dark door, standing straight and firm to the right. stained deep brown with the dirt from all the hands that have been there. so push it with your fingers pressed against the very top of the door, beyond the dirt, beyond the stains you are still outside, it … Continue reading the yacht at bandra stays down to earth…
i have always been a vegetarian. my parents are vegetarian. thus, in a way, i was born vegetarian! as i grew up, and i got out on my own (read, could go to restaurants without their supervision) and saw people raving about food that my parents did not eat, i knew i liked animals. too much to eat them. and the concept of eating something so similar to me in form and structure, was gory!
and then i fell in love with traveling. moving out of my house and out of my kitchen. and the fear of finding food i could eat, set in… would there be anything for me? or would i live on biscuits and bread?
whenever i visit goa i don’t forget to have the pao. of course, growing up in maharashtra and still living here, i have a lot of pao around me. but the goan pao… is goan. as the pao is goan. is it not?