FOOD

My Amma (mum) was born in this tiny little house (top right) where she lived with her mum and 6 siblings. Her dad was a taxi driver in Bombay back…

A culinary exploration of tradition through ancestry, loss and experimentation The pleasant chill surrounds the city and welcomes a tolerable winter, relieved from the painful rain that still transpires unexpectedly…

The fall of the Mongol empire began, if the amalgamation of legends is to be believed, with a pastry. By the late 14th century, after nearly ninety years of Mongol…

On social media, there exists a multitude of videos where people share their culinary heritage in the form of a much beloved recipe that has been in the family through…

Of all the aspects of a journey that linger long after the moment has passed, why is it that food take on such a disproportionately prominent role? Siddharth Dasgupta allows…

The figure of maternal grandmother is no nostalgia or a memory of holidays to me. She is intrinsic to my everyday from childhood to hitherto. She is the cornerstone to…

How? You’re thinking— How can there exist a manifesto of inflorescence? Manifestoes are nothing like flowers. They are loud, histrionic, didactic, ideological; they chronicle wrongs, they make revelations, tell truths,…

Slurpy shakes, sizzling bhajiyas, crunchy crisps, crackling pops, pattering rain, the recess bell, a whistling cooker – these are some sounds that can evoke core food memories. In Bruite Magazine’s…

Foreword “Ooh helloooo!” Kurush called out to the bird singing on the tree outside the patio of the Olde Bangalore resort where we were filming Bombay Bygones. “Brahmani kite.” “Oh…

It Begins to Ferment… In 2018, I witnessed a peculiar sight one morning. My flatmate in Germany was sun-drying circular discs of leather-like material called kombucha scobies. As they glistened…

My first formal dinner was at the Ooty club when I was about 7 years old. I, of course, rebelled against the black, spit-polished shoes, tie and jacket. Sitting on…

Foreword When we first heard Dr. Tarana speak about her research work connecting the historical dots of Rampur, her persistence to reinforce the culinary contours of the nineteenth century epicenter…

I was born to a catholic Mangalorean mother and a Tamilian catholic father. Since my father was working in the Gulf (sounds cliché, but can’t hide the truth!), I was…

From when I have memory, she has been a lightning force in my life. She took over the role of a mother when our parents travelled abroad, leaving us in…

Answers to this question got me a taste of the most real everyday food. “What have you got for lunch?”, I asked my colleague who had recently shifted to Mumbai.…

It had been about 15 minutes since we were talking. I was doing my best to absorb what he was saying but an undisputedly impossible thought kept nagging me. Have…

“Food is fuel.” These are the words every Guru, mentor, instructor or coach I’ve ever had, constantly drilled into me and the many others I grew up dancing with. They…