London
Of the small and sundry
There is a strange pleasure in the repetition of manual tasks. In the slicing of an apple for instance. The knife poised expectantly above the freshly washed skin. Leaping, almost, out of my hand in an eagerness to slice through the firm red fruit. Thick creamy slices edged in deep maroon. Or in the crispness [...]
How she made sambhar in the London borough of Tower Hamlets
She waves her hand above the saucepan. The oil is hot enough. She throws in the mustard seeds that burst into life, crackling. Adds the chopped onions. Saute the onions until translucent.. she reads her mother’s neat handwriting. Recipes written for onions that were bright violet in the cart that Muruga brought around every morning. [...]
Time ‘n Tide
This weekend as the clocks went back, I gained an hour. A precious gift on a chilly Sunday morning with two 1 AMs Instead of going back the entire hour at one go, like the rest of England and Europe (Yes, as someone who had to fill countless forms, shell out a 100 quid and [...]
