Chaas: the buttermilk glass with roasted cumin
In my aunt's kitchen in Ahmedabad, the last thing that happens after lunch is the sound of a small wooden churn tapping...
Slow tea mornings, herbal tisanes, traditional brews and the cultural stories behind the cups we hold each day.
In my aunt's kitchen in Ahmedabad, the last thing that happens after lunch is the sound of a small wooden churn tapping...
By noon in Bhojpur the sun sits directly overhead and the dust on the road turns the colour of pale flour. My...
On the Konkan coast, somewhere between Ratnagiri and Malvan, the summer arrives quietly and then all at once. By late April the...
A small piece of cinnamon bark, perhaps the size of an adult thumb, sits in a glass mug of hot water on...
In a small kitchen near the harbour in Kochi, the afternoon ritual was simple. Two teaspoons of dried fennel seeds were dropped...
A small ceramic jar in my mother-in-law's kitchen in Kyoto holds dried rose petals from her sister's garden in Yamanashi. They were...
In a majlis in Jeddah, on a Friday afternoon, the eldest man of the house held a small brass pot called a...
In my grandmother's kitchen in Tamil Nadu, the small brass katori for haldi doodh sat on the highest shelf of the spice...
On a cold morning in Tunis, when the wind off the Mediterranean was sharp and the sky was the colour of old...
The Cederberg mountains rise sharply about two hundred kilometres north of Cape Town. In summer the heat is dry and the rock...
In a kitchen in Hoi An, in central Vietnam, the lemongrass grew in a long ceramic trough on the back porch. The...
In a courtyard in Cairo, in August, the temperature was forty-one degrees and the cold karkadeh in the glass was almost the...