On Becoming a Food Snob
Not many people who meet me would imagine that I have more than a passing interest in food. And indeed it has been a long journey for the little girl who threw roti pieces under the table to the adult who can now appreciate the fine and varied taste of dishes such as cream-topped artichokes, Camembert-filled pasta and even the quintessential North Indian lentil dish- Dal Makhani. I can’t quite remember the when, how and where but at some point in the last decade I started noticing the difference between ‘good cooking’ and ‘bad cooking’. Family meals were always healthy at home, but now I find myself (and most of my social circle) getting fanatical about the greens, five-fruits a day, wholegrain cereals, salted celery sticks and what-not. And all this usually after a weekend binge of fried food and fizzy-drinks ;-) However the one thing that has spoiled me for ever is the ‘food globalisation’ . It is such an integral part of my London-life that I started taking it for granted over ...