I suppose it is a little strange that when people ask me what I miss the most about home the first answer that comes to my mind is food! My dad amongst his many sermons and monologues once said something indeed wise while encouraging a certain Hungarian-German to try Indian food: When you really want to enjoy the food you must use all your senses. See the colours, smell the flavours, taste the emotions and finally, feel the warmth. I do truly believe that some foods taste so much better when eaten with the fingers. Its not only the taste of the food that I miss (don’t get me wrong, that’s a major part of it). It’s the memories that are attached to it. I believe everything we eat has a story attached. Whether it was celebrating my parents 25 th wedding anniversary, college drinking parties, cooking with my cousin for the first time and most recently lazy Sundays in Bangalore – the various types of Biryani were always the feature of the story. It’s my happy food. When Sundays roll
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