I have been traveling a lot the last few months. About a month ago (or was it two?), one such work-related trip took me to Goa for a week. Immediately upon arrival it was conveyed to the client that in the interest of the tourism-related nature of our project, it was imperative that we experience authentic Goa as much as possible. We were to stay in Panjim but our sites criss-crossed the state and there was much opportunity to enjoy the landscape and local food. I and my colleague Tushar were very lucky to have Sunil and Isha, ethnic Goans to boot, be our companions through the week who guided us through some fabulous Goan lunch menus as well as foodie shopping while making sure we started work early and stayed on the job late.
We got off to a great start, arrive as we did at lunch time. I don’t seem to have pictures of that first lunch of pomfret fry and cafreal; it was too early in the meeting to whip out the camera at the sight of food I suppose. We talked about food and Goan rice, and I let it slip that I write a food-blog.
Many of the sites were by the beach but it was not tourist season yet, and the locals had the beach and the sea to themselves. There is something about the sun setting over sea that gets to us and pictures are not always able to capture the full magic.
[I pick the thread up again, after a gap of a few (six!) months, and the memories less sharp…]
Continue reading “A Goan Sojourn”
As I was telling you, one of the most memorable meals I have partaken in the recent past has been at this, relatively new, cafe attached to the National Crafts Museum at Pragati Maidan, Delhi. During the foodie madness week, all of us, Manisha, Nandini, Ajit, V, and I, picked Cafe Lota for a relaxed late afternoon lunch.
We arrived at around two in the afternoon and the place was packed. After a brief wait we got a table and were handed the menu by the ever-smiling staff. We had spent the morning at the forlorn Ugrasen ki Baoli in Connaught Place, and were hungry and thirsty. The “small-plates” called out to us and we ordered four! We sampled Beetroot Chops – Bhaja Moshla Cream Cheese, Arbi ke Kebab, “fish and chips” – amritsari machli aur shakkarkandi – batter fried fillets of sole crusted with popped amaranth, served with sweet potato chips), and palak patta chat – batter-fried spinach served chat-like with potatoes, chickpeas, spiced yoghurt and chutneys. Each bite of all “plates” was a mouthful of great flavours and textures; with the spinach ‘pakoda’ staying crisp till the last crumb. This was a very promising start. Our drinks too had arrived by now: Manisha, A, and I had ordered from the single-estate artisanal coffees, N had asked for a masala chai, while TH had requested the masala chaas. The coffees were served in individual French-presses and we were all very happy with our brews.
Beetroot chops, and other kebabs. Continue reading “Cafe Lota, at the National Crafts Museum”
The three of us at Ugrasen ki baoli, Connaught Place
Manisha, and A and N were here last week and what a food-packed week it ended up being! I put work aside and for a whole week we just ate, talked with our mouths full, ate some more, drank a little, and walked a lot. I focused on Kashmiri food at home and we ate out some, crossing off some of the better known Delhi-delights.
Here it starts: kachoris and bedmi poori!
The streets that offer daulat ki chat, the frothy, dew-kissed winter-morning dessert.
Manisha arrived on the last Saturday of November and A and N were here by noon the following day. They barely got enough time to wheel their bags into the bedroom before we were off on our first foodie trip. Reeta (Delhi Foodie’s Zone) had graciously agreed to be our guide through the labyrinth of Old Delhi’s streets! Continue reading “Much Food and Talk”
Yesterday it was TH’s big 50th birthday and we had a small family get-together. I had hoped we would go out but my family (primarily my parents and sister) resist going to fancy restaurants and spending good money. The maid chose this very day to play hookie, so I decided to keep it relatively simple with some of V’s favourite dishes. The son, now a young man, handled the bar. Most of the munchies were store-bought; only I ate the blue-cheese crackers I had laboured over. To think I went to the trouble when I had so much else to do!
There had to be a cake to mark the milestone, and I baked the Lime Chiffon Cake and gave it a fudge frosting. For dinner there was Hyderabadi Qabooli with tatziki, and also poori-bhaji. Those who had room for dessert got kheer. When everyone had left, we sat chatting with the son into the early hours of the morning.
Continue reading “Breakfast at Fifty err… Thirty-Nine”