Archive for February, 2007

The most powerful vegetable in the country is…

It’s here in our kitchens and on our tables only because the Mughals brought it here. But is the much-reviled but equally revered onion the only vegetable in the country which can pull down governments?

Madan Lal Khurana of the BJP had to pay the price for allowing its prices to shoot up to Rs 80 a kilogram. Now, it seems Amarinder Singh of the Congress has had to follow suit thanks to soaring inflation.

Not just humble cooks and chefs, even powerful netas, it seems, have to bow their heads (and wipe their tears) in front of the onion.

Read: Indians shed tears over onions


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If veg is so good, why doesn’t it show?

Nary a day passes without somebody or the other, somewhere or the other, extolling the virtues of vegetarianism. Good for the body. No, good for the mind. Wait, good for body and the mind. The debates are raging. But, if vegetarianism is so magical, why, in this largely vegetarian country, have its perceived benefits not been so visible? Why, for example, have we had the worst scourges course through our nation? And, hey, why have we produced just a couple of Nobel laureates?

Read: Meat vs Potatoes

Related link: Vegetable love

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Green Peace Fry could spark a war of words

Sunaad Raghuram wrote about Human Balls on Sale in Mysore not too long ago. Almost a year later, little seems to have changed at the Grand Maurya resort. Good food, moderate prices, and as Hari Krishna would attest, “chennagi kodthaare, sir”. But even a new menu card, with new rates, hasn’t ironed those delightful glitches.

For starters, “Veg Balls in Human Style” is still available in the Chinese category.

Paneer Sathy,” evokes images of—horror—Panneer flooding Sathyamangalam, but you only need to look at the following item to understand that it is “Panneer Satay” that they are referring to.”

Steamded Chicken” is a Freudian slip-up of the state of the poor bird. And there is “Prowns Chicken Hong Kong Chopsuiey” and “Mutton Dieced in Red Wine Sauce” and so on.


We are not complaining. Mistakes like these add to the colour of our restaurants. Send us some goof-ups you have spotted. Let not history say we did a poor job of documenting how our menu card writers were dictionary-challenged.

A nice book for the best entry.

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Oh, fish! Blame your mom for what she ate

It’s not who your parents were, or how rich or poor they were, but how much fish your mother ate while carrying you that accounts for how bright or weak you are today. That, in sum, is the conclusion of the largest study of its kind. The study published by Lancet last week of 14,541 babies born in 1991-92, shows that women who ate more than 340 gms of seafood had kids with signficantly higher Intelligence Quotient (IQ).

Read the full article here: Welcome to the fish fry, mom

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Yellow, yellow, brilliant fellow

It has antioxidant, anti-inflammatory, antiviral, antibacterial and antifungal properties. It has the potential to combat cancer, diabetes, arthritis, Alzheimer‘s disease, and other chronic diseases. It’s biologically called curcumin, and scientists who work with it jokingly call themselves as curcuminologists. If you are a Tamilian, you would know it as manjal. If you are a Kannadiga, you would know it as haldi.

Read the full story here: Spice healer

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What if we told you Smirnoff is not Russian?

Putinka. Etalon. Veda. G8. Standard Imperia. Flagman Night Landing. Belaya Zolota. Parliament. Beluga. Rusky Brilliant. Yuri Dolgoruki.

Eleven premium brands of Russian vodka. And one man—Brett Forest—to taste and grade them all in one night. Only one of them got an A+

“Firewater is what vodka has always been, devoid of the oaken lineage of its darker cousins—and the high-nosed finery that can too easily get in the way of a good drunk. One does not inhale vodka’s bouquet, but one may use vodka to sterilize a wound on the knee, as familiar a sight to the serious vodka drinker as the shot glass and the handful of ibuprofen.”

Read the full story here: The great vodka taste test

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Tagolli, brother

The son of the son of the soil, H.D. Kumaraswamy, cocks a snook at the pesticide-in-cola controversy. Or shows he is one with grape farmers. Or.

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