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.Continue reading Curry or starve
On the grounds of the Malay Heritage Centre was a small herb and spice garden in the Arab Quarter of Singapore.
I’m still addicted to tantalizing masala chai I drank in Dar es Salaam. After years of experimenting, I have the perfect blend. No packet mixture. Yuck! Continue reading A serious addiction