All I remember from my first visit to Singapore was where I stayed and seeing a few sampans idling in the harbour. My second visit memory is when we walked by a store that harboured the aroma of garam masala. A man sat grinding the spice and we ended up purchasing some. Whenever a dish I cooked turned out mediocre, I added this freshly ground spice and the fragrant taste exploded. This time, it was my third visit to Singapore, and each visit, the city seemed to sparkle a little more.Continue reading Sentosa Island and other Singapore delights
My introduction to a masala dosa was in a Brahman restaurant near the Ramanthaswamy Temple in Rameswaram. If I timed it right, a boy in a white sarong wearing a Brahmin string over his shoulder whisked past swinging an urn between tables. Perfumed incense filled the air hovering like mist above the hungry crowd.Continue reading masala dosa
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
I stayed in Singapore’s Little India for one reason only; to be close to my favourite restaurant in the world – Komala Vilas! I discovered since my last visit some twenty-five years ago that instead of one restaurant, there were now another four within a kilometre radius.
Was the South Indian food still as good as I remembered? Continue reading Little India’s best restaurants