That article was in the Food Monthly supplement of today’s Observer. I read FM straight after my farmers market bacon and beans on toast breakfast but not the article. I’ve just checked and found those pages were stuck together.
There are some very funny lines in this, which is a nice foil for the serious messages.
A naan the size of a surfboard is delivered to our table; she shows me how the bread has been “stabbed” in the back
“No one in India eats naan at home,” she says. “You need a tandoor. Your bloody house would catch fire.
Afghan food is free from the tyranny of the chilli and the “addition of tomatoes to everything”, says Khan
about the successful male chefs coming out of culinary school in India: “They trained in stainless steel empires, with freezers you could put a corpse in
Sad but true across fields, and also a funny punishment to imagine:
she has no time for women who “throw away the ladder” when they’ve made it in a male domain.
“For those women, there is a special place in hell, where there is a tandoor. There is a pure chilli paste and there is ghee. Those women will have chilli and ghee rubbed on them and they are sloooowly, inch by inch, roasted.”
Away from the humor:
Sophisticated Indian tasting menus all seem to look “French” to her – separate gravy, edible flowers. “Why are you so insecure? I am brown! My food is brown!”
and
Everybody is bitching about how we cannot recruit. Why are we not talking about how we can improve conditions?
