We’ve already established I have a new Indian BFF – Meenu – and this is where I met her. She runs a little cooking school in the beautiful lake-side town of Udaipur, Rajasthan.
When a friend of mine won a competition to take 49 friends to Sweden on a private plane, I didn’t need to be asked twice. It was revealed that a ticket to the newly opened Abba museum was included, and I got my vocal chords and limbs ready for some serious performing.
On an afternoon stroll around Udaipur with Meenu (my Indian BFF) and her husband, we escaped the heat in favour of some sweet refreshment.
That time of year again, and I am casting my mind back to 2012… I went to quirky Fanny’s Farm Shop in Surrey for my Hallowe’en supplies; nice for a browse and a cup of tea, I recommend you pop in if you’re passing.
With my impending trip to India in only a few weeks, I started (did I ever stop? No) reminiscing about my last visit and all the amazing South Indian food.
The michelada is summer 2013 obsession of mine. Why have a beer when you can transform it into a spicy, refreshing, healthy (yeah right) michelada at the shake of a tabasco bottle.
Making rendang is not difficult, but it takes precisely 60 times as long to cook it as it does to eat it (yes, I timed and calculated that). Not the best cooking–eating time ratio. I overcame hunger by popping out for battered sausage and chips (bad planning)… and the rendang made for a lovely Monday packed lunch instead.
Three weeks in Argentina whetted my appetite for alfajores. 6 months later, I decided to throw lots of ingredients into a bowl in the hope that they resembled ice cream made in the style of an alfajor – and I think it kinda worked.
During the 17th Century the cuisine of the Lake District got a kick. Previously a relatively remote part of England with limited resources, the growth of the port of Whitehaven and importation of goods from the West Indies made it stand out.