My World of Food and Travel

Helloooo there! I am in such a chirpy mood today, can you tell? All because I could really relax during the long Independence Day weekend. For a change, we did not travel out of Bangalore anywhere, this time. The husband was busy holding a charity event in our building complex on occasion of Independence Day and it almost felt as if there was a wedding in the family!  So, while he kept on running around, I put up my feet comfortably at home and stirred up some lazy, easy-peasy dishes. One of my favourite ‘go-to’ lazy dishes is grilled honey-drizzled chicken wings . Now that I have the air fryer and find it more easy to use and it is non-messy, I decided to make a batch of chicken wings. It turned out superbly crisped and glazed. Here’s how I made the chicken wings: Crispy chicken wings in air fryer Ingredients: 1 kg chicken wings, washed and pat dry For the marinade: 2 tablespoons each of soya sauce, Worcestershire sauce, tomato sauce and vinegar 1 tablesp...

I am house-sitting for my sister. Well, sort of. My parents are also present and I have a feeling that I am here just to unwind while they looked after my toddler. But, I will cook.  Now, here is the problem. Sis and family will be leaving India soon and so her kitchen is kind of…un-stocked. I took a look at her shelf and planned to make her signature dish of crumb-fried whole chicken legs , a super tasty and super easy recipe with hardly any ingredients required. But as luck would have it, the shop ran out of whole legs.  “Will chicken wings do?” the husband spoke over the phone from the shop. Why not, maybe I could make honey-drizzled grilled chicken wings . But I did not want to use my sis’s oven. I am very scared of using others’ kitchen gadgets. What if my clumsiness resulted in some fuse or blow-out? Quite possible.  So, what do I cook? The husband was getting restless and I had to say something.  “Okay, get the wings.” ...

I love inviting people over for meals. Perhaps this is a legacy passed on from my parents. Deta (my dad) used to invite people for lunch or dinner at the drop of a hat, although he found it extremely difficult to visit others’ homes for the same. Every weekend my mother would be found slogging at the kitchen, preparing an elaborate spread. From soups to desserts, everything would be made from scratch. Later, when we sisters grew up a little, we were able to help Maa in her chores. I would make the salad and sis would make the dessert. Sometimes, I would make the raita and sis something else. Deta had his own specialty – sweetcorn soup. At that time, I used to wonder why is it that we have to keep feeding others. Was it really necessary to cook so many dishes? I had put this question to Maa once and received a sharp rebuke. Today, I know the worth. My heart fills with pride every time I see appreciation of my food on the face of my guests, not necessarily in words. The food I...