Some of the tastiest evenings of my childhood start with my Dad at the stove filling the house with the smell of of browning onions and spices. This was always a dead giveaway that we were having company for dinner. Rice in itself was somewhat of a special treat – usually we ate whole wheat…
Growing up in a vegetarian Indian home meant that there was no meaty piéce de resistance like a standing rib roast when we entertained. If my mom wanted to step it up a notch, she would serve vegetables whole. The two examples that come to mind immediately for me are her whole roasted cauliflower that…
During my childhood, aloo gobi was on the regular dinner vegetable rotation. If we didn’t eat it once a week, we certainly ate it once a fortnight. And I have always loved it. In a cuisine where vegetables are gussied up with a kaleidoscope of spices, it can be quite refreshing to eat a dish…