By Sandhya D’Mello
An office canteen and the people who serve in them are usually outsourced, unless there is an in-house facility that serves breakfast, lunch, snacks and dinner. People like myself and many others who have made the office their second home dwell here and most of the time bank on the canteen to faithfully serve us good food; I can for sure cite some examples of the people who served us and left many memories.
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By Sandhya D’Mello
I often like to treat myself to a Dh1 sundae cone at McDonald’s. Ah, the pleasure it gives me; sitting peacefully in one place and relishing the treat is beyond words. And on one such night — like a kid in a car anxiously waiting to hit the joint — I was too excited to grab one. With a sundae, sometimes the greed of also tasting those mouth-watering fries makes me smile; even as I write this, those long, pastel-yellow and salty spuds are something I’d love to have right now.
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By Alvin R. Cabral
I never liked miso soup — unflattering for someone who worships Japanese cuisine. Yet, here I was, in a downtown San Francisco resto, sipping away at the concoction I never got to like because I had no choice: There was no Wi-Fi, I didn’t have data and, most agonisingly, it would take 15-20 more minutes before my sashimi, katsudon and some weird deep-fried dragon roll would have the honour of being devoured by this worshipper.
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By Rohma Sadaqat
When life throws a curveball at me, I like to go to the kitchen and bake my woes away. Everybody has the right to be miserable once in a while, and I like to be miserable with a large cup of coffee and an even larger slice of gooey chocolate cake.
Continue reading Blue cake and red carrot jam: The story of a humble baker
By Saman Haziq
Often some things trigger our subconscious mind and take us back to our childhood. Up until now, for me, it was usually a song or a particular aroma or any kind of a sensory input that would instantly trigger nostalgia. But recently, it was amid a very busy day, a news headline that brought back fond memories from my childhood.
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By Disha Dadlani
I visited Mumbai in mid-March, or as most Indians call it, the start of the mango season. Beginning this time of the year, the fruit replaces the usual dessert options. It did so in my aunt’s home too. One evening, post-dinner, a plate loaded with mango slices was passed around from one family member to another. Each one of them took their share — two slices or more — and chomped it down within seconds. When the plate reached me, I took just one slice.
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By Hesham Salah and Ayisha Alka
“The red of Vimto is the colour of Ramadan”
Everything has a colour or taste, even our feelings and memories. I was born in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, and ever since I can remember, I wanted to fast during Ramadan.
Continue reading The battle of beverages