Our Recipes, Our Lives

Our Recipes, Our Lives

This morning I was making a lentil soup for my family, almost exactly the way my grandmother, in India, taught me decades ago. Or so I first thought. Her recipe used six tablespoons of butter, onions, garlic, red lentils, about eight different spices, loads of...
Butter Chicken, My Dad’s Way

Butter Chicken, My Dad’s Way

The prep work always began on Thursday night. It was 1980, we lived in the Middle East, and Thursday was the start of the weekend. I’d huddle with Dad in our small galley-style kitchen as he began making butter chicken—a glorious dish of chicken pieces marinated in...
Undesired Desires

Undesired Desires

If you get what your heart desires, it is good. If you don’t, it is better.” I posted a note about this philosophy on my blog and got a lot of comments. What a losing attitude, most said. I grew up with the belief that I could design my life, and I rebelled against...
Our Recipes, Our Lives

Our Recipes, Our Lives

This morning I was making a lentil soup for my family, almost exactly the way my grandmother, in India, taught me decades ago. Or so I first thought. Her recipe used six tablespoons of butter, onions, garlic, red lentils, about eight different spices, loads of...
Counting Peas

Counting Peas

As a very young child, my son Jai had an unaccountable aversion to learning any language other than English. Yet, I was determined to teach him Hindi, my mother tongue, to ensure he did not miss out on a culture and heritage for lack of simple knowledge of its...