Yesterday morning when I woke up, I found a platter on my dining table laden with delicious stuffed parathas along with some homemade mango pickle complemented with regular juice and boiled eggs. These parathas were quite thick, unlike that of the parathas made by my mother. My mother was eagerly waiting for me to wake…
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The Food of Gods: The Sweet History of Chocolate
Reading about the history of chocolate without giving in to tingling tastebuds and a growing restlessness to hear the unwrapping of a chocolate bar, is about as difficult as not thinking of an elephant precisely when you’re told to not think of an elephant. It requires self- restraint to the point of insanity, especially when…
