The Rebelle blog

In a writing workshop conducted in IIT-B on Saturday, we were asked to write about our favourite food memory. What I couldn't conjure then, I shall write here today. My earliest pie memory is from reciting nursery rhymes from childhood. A porcelain bowl with dripping dark chocolate over sugar glazed green apples later baked with a caramelised crust, hot from the oven had my mouth watering many years ago when I saw it in a movie on Pies titled Waitress . Years later, I tried recreating it in my home with a not-so-same effect other than enjoying the bitter chocolate in my mouth. Each new pie recipe inspired me to go through Crawford Market on Friday evenings looking through fresh fruit stalls. The mounds and colourful assortments of juicy, ripe peaches and apples sent a surge of happiness through me. I started imagining baking pies in my head like Jenna did. Unlike her, I did not have names for my pie but I did imagine colours and fruits of all kinds in mine. Vanilla and Pineapple ...

Monday mornings bring monday blues. I fought them all and met my friend, Su to visit Kala Ghoda Arts Festival. My first KGAF visit was in 2007, during my third year of architecture school. Eight years since then and the festival has undergone tremendous changes. From giant art installations and kitschy art work, it has come to TV channels promoting themselves via photo booths. The lack of discipline was a serious issue this time around. People sat, stood on and touched installations! It was saddening to see footprints on sculptures. Is this an over-enthusiasm for selfies or a blatant disrespect for art work on display? Both, I say. Unlike all the previous years, surprisingly, I was done looking around in less than two hours. Here are a few snapshots from my visit there.   A stop at the Yazdani Bakery is always a must when I'm in Fort. Su and me are great fans of their delicious apple pies. On this visit, we were out of luck. Had our usual favorite, Brun Maska ...