Like Stars

The Internet tells me there are more than 40,000 varieties of rice, which seems entirely plausible, a reasonable number.  It might have been much higher, given that for some three billion people, rice is part of the every day. Once upon a trip to India, I remember going to a local Kolkata market in the…

Leftovers

After a few days of cooking, the fridge is full of this and that.  I play a game of “I Spy” and reclaim Sunday’s pork roast, excavate mushrooms from the crisper drawer, and hope the red bell, which is old but not forgotten, still offers sweetness and summer crunch. But first I rummage around for…

All Mixed Up

The autumn puja season is officially over, the weather is now cold, and the leaves lie in crushed, swirling patterns on our lawns and streets.  As a follow up to my begun bhaja (fried eggplant) and mamlet (omelet) posts, I would like to blog about khichuri.  Loosely translated, it means “all mixed up” in Bengali  (Bengali: খিচুড়ী khichuri). …

Halcyon Days

Chicago has been home for much of my life, but once upon a time, I was seized by a recurring case of anywhere-but-here syndrome.  It lasted for some time, this urge to experience other places, and in the 1990s and early 2000s,  I lived here and there, going to school or working. During the mid-1990s,…