For my husband and I, being in an inter-cultural marriage (him being French and I, Indian) opened up a world of tastes and experiences. It has also made us confront some of our own cultural hang-ups around food, food-combinations and habits. Join me as I talk about some of my adventures in adjusting to my French husband’s food rituals.
My mother left me a whole assortment of food: mutton with potatoes the way I like, a small piece of fish with mustard, a side of sticky rice that smelled like heaven, a crispy brinjal, lentils and lemon. And then a bit disjointed from the overall theme of the meal, was a bowl of raw mangoes grated fine and tempered with salt and chillies. Was it in lieu of dessert? It smelled of childhood memories.