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.
These books would help unravel some of the anthropological conundrums of the French culture and people. And who knows, they might even inspire some of you out there to open your horizons and seek discovery and delight . If consuming only an external idea of French aesthetic is not your cup of tea, this list is for you.