Pasta

 And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love – of love, eternal and…

I cannot write about Venice; I can only write about me, and the sleeping parts of myself that Venice has shocked into…

Updated: I had, a couple of months back, embarked on a project whereby I was recreating some of the dishes I had posted…

I have always had a fascination for basics and classics. Whenever I cook with a relatively new ingredient, I like to first…

I think my love for Nigella Lawson is not something that can be expressed with the help of a few alphabets erratically…