Category Archives: North Indian

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The munchies that elbowed their way in between tubs of homemade ice cream.

Folks, I’d like to announce the birth of my ice cream machine. It’s the most beautiful and productive being in my kitchen, and even though I’m no ice-cream fanatic, there’s something magical about the process of transforming chocolate and cream … Continue reading

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Sheermal Kabab at Karama’s tiny Lucknowi outpost: Ballimaran Dilli

There’s something so seductive about sweet-salty foods. Salty caramel. Icing sugared  Moroccan chicken bastilla. Meaty kababs slathered over milky sweet sheermal bread >> Let’s admit it. The swampy mush of a dish looks like it’s already been ravaged by someone … Continue reading

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For that dinner after dinner, there’s Kaati Express.

There is such a mind-boggling variety of food cramped up in the block behind the Park Regis hotel in Karama, that your brains get fried into this chewy schmukaroo of dinner-time confusion. Should you do Ethiopian? Or Sudanese falafel? Or Indonesian? Or … Continue reading

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The Sikh Langar in Dubai: Food of the community, by the community, and for the community.

This post is from the heart. My stomach played a minimal, almost insignificant role. Nearly three weeks ago, I found myself at the Gurdwara in Dubai, the house of prayer and community gatherings for the local Sikh community. Our last … Continue reading

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A Two Day Butter Binge: Tashreeb, Pav Bhaaji, and Daal Makhani.

I’m not sure how many of you are looking for fun and obnoxiously greasy ways to cheat on a diet program, but if you are, feel free to follow the butter-trail that I innocently skipped down over a tiny span … Continue reading

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Iftar in a different world called ‘Naif.’

6 minutes before sunset.  We parked our cars near the Fish and Vegetable market, greeted each other, and started walking.  Naif was on the other side of the pedestrian bridge. And Naif was where we had planned to be…10 minutes … Continue reading

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The Koki you can find if you peek into an alley of Meena Bazaar.

My mother once told me of a paratha that my cousin would bring home on Fridays. Early in the morning for breakfast, with the notoriously luscious baigan bhartha, an Indian gravy of eggplants charred and pulped to a cream that … Continue reading