Last Word, Recipes & Food

Immigrant Tales – Alien food


I think you all know by now, or should, that I moved countries. In fact, I moved continents. Not physically, no. No, not literally! That's impossible! I moved myself from one continent to the other nearly 2 decades ago. Whew! I'm glad we got that sorted out. Well, I had a request to write about… Continue reading Immigrant Tales – Alien food

Last Word, Miscellany

The Return of Fish


It's Thursday and time for some more work with mirrors and and smoke, maybe some steam. For steam is healthy they say. You have saunas where your toxins become toxouts and steam irons where the wrinkles in your clothes become more becoming creases. Remember to use distilled water for the steam iron. I learned that… Continue reading The Return of Fish

Slo-Man, Writing

Happy Fifth Anniversary!


Today is, according to WordPress, and WordPress should know, the exact day 5 years ago when The SloMan signed up at WordPress and stared at the screen thinking "What is this blog thing and how do you go about blogging?" Since that day, 5 years ago, The SloMan has seen much activity. Over 2 years… Continue reading Happy Fifth Anniversary!

Memoirs, Peeved Punjabi, Recipes & Food, Travel

Peas and Paneer


So I'm back from Kolkata or Calcutta, as it used to be and will ever be for some, like me. It was a crowded trip, with remembrance services, weddings, school and college reunions interspersed with sporadic maintenance shopping. ( I'll have to explain that some other day, that "maintenance" thing.)  It was three years since… Continue reading Peas and Paneer

Last Word, Recipes & Food

Graked Fishies


What you may have thought when you saw the title I'm not quite sure. So let me try and clarify a few things. What does graked mean? It doesn't. Mean anything, really. It's just something my brain cooked up as a "grilled / baked" combo that comes without fries or a drink of your choice.… Continue reading Graked Fishies

Fiction, Last Word

The Angler on the Credit


<I met a fisherman on a cold autumn evening by the river side. I was preparing to leave and he was just settling in for a night of fishing. We got talking. His story was very simple. He was a taxi driver, uprooted from his native Bangladesh and transplanted thousands of miles away in chilly… Continue reading The Angler on the Credit

Last Word, Memoirs, Recipes & Food

Fish


Sometime in the past, we had listed a series of things we could chat about and we asked our faithful, feckless, faceless and fearless readers to vote on them. And no one voted for Fish. And none of the regular contributors to this blog (!) could remember what the hell the intent was. And apparently… Continue reading Fish