When I first went to India, western fast food hadn’t infiltrated its borders. Travellers either ate curry, or didn’t eat. I had a quick introduction into South Indian cuisine and wondered how I’d survived without the amazing flavours, even though my mouth burned.
Indian sweets never grabbed me the way a crispy masala dosa or a sambar did. Unlike the few Europeans who visited at that time and lost weight from dysentery, I gained weight. Today I’m still 100% addicted to eating South Indian food. I even have two spice boxes that contain most of what I need to capture the flavours I once ate daily in Tamil Nadu.