Gujarat was a state overlooked on the tourist route. It was hot, dry and above all, dusty. Yet, nowhere did I taste pilau anything like what I ate in the Indian state. There seemed to be very little of anything in the vegetable pilau I ordered apart from rice, but the flavor told otherwise.
I’ve given up ordering pilau in an Indian restaurant here in Vancouver because it never matches the teasing taste of a Gujarati pilau. Only in Dar es Salaam did the dish come close to the same cumin seed fusion.