I was in India a few months ago and happened to go for lunch with some dear friends. One of them ordered some fritters. Melt in mouth, delicious, spicy fritters. To me they tasted like potato but I was shocked when i was told that they were yoghurt fritters! Huh? Yoghurt?

Now growing up I was a bit of a sickly kid and all meals were altered and made extremely bland for me. My mother being genius made even those taste like heaven to me. It was not until I was in my late twenties that I even dared going to a restaurant. So, food was for me is a new adventure.

There is so much for me to discover. So much. All my time spent in India, and I have barely scratched the surface.

Oh, also my mind doesn’t follow the usual logic. What I’m saying is that I…