Bonda Soup

Still bummed that I didn’t go to Ayodhya in Mangalore for typical Mangalorean food. The bowl matters as much as the soup I grew up in a home where we ate on stainless-steel plates. My grandmother’s idea of a festive dinner was to lay banana leaves on the floor and have a small army of…

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Dosa-do and Dosa-don’t.

The worst dosa I ate was at the Hampton Chutney Company in Amagansett some fifteen years ago.

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