When Chef Madhu Menon (of Shiok fame) promised to dish out a six-course meal to a bunch of food-lovers, there was (understandably) a virtual stampede to register online. There were only 28 slots available, and each person was limited to booking two slots. At 9.45am on the day registration was thrown open, I spent a good half-hour staring at the registration page and hitting refresh. At 10am sharp, my fingers blazed across the keyboard and my registration was confirmed. I was lucky – registration closed a record-breaking two minutes and 10 seconds later, with all 28 slots being booked. Keep reading…
After a six-month hiatus, the FTB Blog is back, and it’s better than ever. A new look, a new(ish) name and tons of food fun coming your way. Watch this space!
After my world turned topsy turvy at the beginning of February, I found myself unable to think, write, eat, or do much else. I want to thank all of you for your patience, for trusting that – much like Arnie S – I’d be back.
The Spouse and I decided that a holiday was just what the doctor ordered, and on April 17th, embarked on a road trip that took the four of us from Bangalore to Bhutan and back. It took us a month all told, and we got to drive through Andhra Pradesh, Orissa, and West Bengal before spending time exploring Sikkim and then moving on to Bhutan. Along the way were good times, bad roads… and a lot of good food.
Any man who sticks his head-chef into an MRI machine and feeds him chilli-infused oil to see which areas of the brain “light up” in response to capsaicin deserves my respect. When the same man puts several pieces of marinated chicken into the machine to see how deeply each different marinade penetrates, I am consumed with the urge to commit bigamy (sorry, Spouse, I love you and all, but you have never put chicken in an MRI machine for me).