Awadh...the region of which modern day Lucknow was once the capital of, has always been known as much for its tehzeeb as it is for the Awadhi cuisine. Amongst the many anecdotes that my grandpa share with me, one that I still remember...in bits in pieces was about this person who is fascinated by the words "nosh farmaiye"...the Lucknow way of saying bon-appétit, that he hosted a gala feast and invited a truck load of people, just so that he could say - NOSH FARMAIYE...
For those who know me, know of my relationship with food. Yes, I do have a relationship with food. My journey from quantity to quality has been a long an arduous one, I admit. It was futile to talk about quality being in a hostel, the equation there was all about eating enough of any decent stuff in front of us to be able to avoid the next serving of food-like thing they gave us at the mess.
This behavior took a much steeper turn towards quality when I left the country a few years back... Around the same time, a funny thing happened. I found out that tossing up a few things together in the kitchen, in the hope that something worthwhile turns out at the end as apparently the best way to switch-off from the work-mode I found myself always stuck in.
This blog is a collection of some of those experiments and the stories behind them.
Nosh farmaiye….
