If your grandmother thinks it’s food…
When I trace back my visits to Kerala; once a year from Calcutta during our summer vacations and now more often as an adult in Bangalore married to a fellow Malayalee, there’s one thing that catches my fancy always. The kitchen and everything that comes out of it. There’s something about traditional practices… fresh produce and well used and often worn out vessels and who could ignore the classic wood fire? Although I don’t have the scientific expertise to demonstrate how tastier and healthier they are, one needs little evidence to concede. Which brings to my next point.
My grandmother’s food….
