May 22, 2008
This man is the real deal when it comes to authentic Indian home cooking. And the official anti-Christ of quick Indian cooking.
In his sprawling Kolkata kitchen, one head chef and two assistants run ragged around him chopping, stirring and tidying. A floor-standing tandoor makes hot chicken kebabs. While dad navigates boxes of exotic spices sourced from far flung corners of India.
When he emerges from the kitchen six hours later, with an eight-part meal, I can’t help feeling a bit exhausted at the sight of it.
Now, my Indian dinner party meal planning technique is slightly less intense:
I’ve never had any complaints. But then dad hasn’t had my guests over for one of his feasts yet.