A rose by any other name…..

Growing up in sleepy cantonment towns all over India, with no decent shows on TV and no Internet, (and no social life to speak of), libraries were my favourite hang out joints. Cookbooks were few and far between. And Martha Stewart and Nigella Lawson yet to make their names and fortunes. But my mom’s Anglo…

Cinderella Cookies

It’s disconcerting to lose a whole day in one’s life. And when that day disappears, not because you were caught in a time warp and taken back in history, but because of mundane travel between continents, it somehow seems worse. Anyway more on that later, right now I need to get this written and posted…

Chocolatey-peanut butter chip cookies

When my kids were growing up, the only cookies I was allowed to make was Chocolate-chip. Those were the only cookies they asked for or ate. Here I was, hankering to make oatmeal-raisin cookies and buttery shortbread, lime-meltaways and florentines, but when our cookie bin got empty, all my kids wanted were chocolate chip or…

Wilton cake decorating class

For some time now, I’ve been debating doing a cake decorating course. I’ve always felt that my cakes look too home grown, too rustic. And so I finally embarked on my class at Wilton. On day one we torted cakes and filled piping bags, used couplers and made buttercream. In the second half of the…