Posts from the food category.
Have you ever sat in a beautifully lit café, sipping a hot cappuccino, watching plates fly out of the kitchen, servers glide between tables, and thought — How hard can it really be to run a restaurant?I have. More times than I can count.And every time, I’ve wildly underestimated the answer.Because from the customer’s side of the counter, everything looks effortless — the clink of cutlery, the arom...
The cafe was breathing again - that familiar morning hum Kaia loved the most. The sound of clinking cups, the smell of vanilla, and the faint music drifting from the old radio perched by the window.Elena was talking, as usual - her words tumbling faster than Kaia’s thoughts could keep up. “So, hear me out - what if we add raspberry glaze to the chocolate muffins? People love red things, you know. ...
Told my husband to prepare jira rice as I was still on my way to home. The universe just agreed with it!
A beautiful and ultimately sad story of a chef who lived in the highest realms of grand cooking. One of two books that I have read on the topic - the other being Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain. And he took his own life too. I have on occasion entertained this fantasy of having my own restaurant and cooking for a living. Of planning out my dining room, what the menu might look like and th...
Last night, I found myself grinning at a plate of hot chapatis on the dinner table, and I’ll tell you why. I had just finished Tales Between Tastes by Karan Puri, and suddenly even that humble chapati looked like it might be plotting an adventure of its own. That’s the sort of mischief this book leaves you with — it sneaks into your everyday and makes the ordinary shimmer with possibility.Puri, wh...
Today, I will share with you a story of a man born(1971) in Ethiopia, raised in Sweden, trained in Europe, and now living in America - Marcus Samuelsson. A Swedish-American celebrity chef, restaurateur, author, and TV personality. My August review for \Yes, Chef\ (2012), a memoir by chef Marcus Samuelsson.Read at https://jaeeblogscom.wordpress.com/2025/08/30/sip-read-review-yes-chef-by-marcus-sam...
The word ‘modak’ comes from Sanskrit, approximately meaning “a small portion of bliss.”Having lived for almost 20 years in the eastern side of Maharashtra, the Ganapati festival we celebrated at home—thanks to my mom’s unending enthusiasm—always had ‘fried modaks’ as offerings.I don’t remember tasting ‘steamed modaks’ in those years. Each time we ate the fried ones, my mom would mention the steame...
Here is a travelogue of our slow, refreshing journey to Ratnagiri's hidden gem. Have a read if you are in the mood for a little travel escape:🔗 https://jaeeblogscom.wordpress.com/2025/05/09/mangoes-modaks-the-arabian-sea-our-kalbadevi-trip/ Let me know what you think! 😊 Blog post crafted on Thinkdeli.com
