Its been a while since I wrote about potatoes.I hate to think this is because of my inability to finish most things I start – unless there are compelling fictions like deadlines created by other people to ensure that I finish them. But of late, these deadlines have kept me too busy with things that I don’t care about, leaving me too tired to spend any … Continue reading Working Class Hero/Couch Potato
I’m convinced that most potatoes just sit around measuring whether you’ve given them enough patience, thought, and care before they make up their minds to morph into “soft boiled” form. Continue reading How long does it take to boil a potato?
I also enjoy Pringles. Despite how ridiculously expensive they are here in India. Despite how they graze my palate and make it sore. Despite the fact that they might not really be potato crisps. Continue reading The Potatoness of a Pringle
Nights out with the girls are no longer only about the alcohol, the dancing, the music and the men. Often, they’re just about feeling free; and about three-orders of poutine. Going out with my girlfriends is about judgement-free carbs. Continue reading Judgement Free Carbs
Potatoes are about comfort and certainty. Despite their not being native to India, they’ve become so integral to our culinary culture that we’re sure of that they’re here to stay. We rely on potatoes, and we count on them. And so, it was fairly natural for a political campaign to ride on the well-founded goodwill of potatoes to make claim’s about a candidate’s dependability. “Jab tak rahega samose … Continue reading Of Samosas, Eternity and and Consent
I’ve also had a couple of misadventures in cooking potatoes, and am often unsure whether I should eat the skin of my jacket potato when in polite company. Continue reading Of Expertise and Experience