I was in Mauritius for a week in July, and it was such a packed week, that I could write multiple posts about every activity we did. In my previous post about Mauritius, I had told you about what I did on the first three days, now I’ll go on with all the other action. If you’ve missed out on that first piece do read it … Continue reading luxury comes to stay at mauritius – part 2
“We need to know all the words for beef, chicken, fish everything when we visit Bangkok,” a worried me spluttered to my husband as we boarded the flight to Bangkok. I am more apprehensive about being a vegetarian in South-East Asia than I am in Europe, even in the hardcore meat eating countries there. Vegetarianism is not something the South-East Asians understand that well. Dried shrimp, a favourite topping, … Continue reading how to be a greedy vegetarian in thailand
when have you stayed in a place for just 2 nights and actually hoped that they served you the same food for dinner on both nights? i did! what got me weak in the mouth? good ol’ pumpkin soup… yes, thats all! let me explain. in south indian homes, we have our rasams. they are gloriously warm in colour, spicy and sour at one go, … Continue reading ‘parangikkai’ or pumpkin soup shines through from chettinad
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 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?