Soft, melt in the mouth wadas nestled close together in that bowl he held out to me. “Chaat Masala?” he asked, as he took out that little plastic bottle which held the very essence of street food. I nodded in approval as I stretched out the bowl towards him for him to [...]
The very first time I saw Khandvi being made at the comfort of a home kitchen was by my mother in law.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping on your nose, Yuletide carols being sung by a choir, And folks dressed up like Eskimos…”
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