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I was the first of my generation born in the U.K back in the 70’s. My great grandfathers generation were still alive in the ‘old country’. Back then the human connection and cultural bridges ran very deep. Correspondences were kept alive through airmail and by letters passed on by hand to anyone who was making the ‘epic’ journey back to India and of course by shouting down the phone line, after all, it is a very long way away!
In those days it was a huge family event if someone was going back to India, they would save to go, pack for months in advance and travel wearing a three piece suit and tie. We were all taken to the airport as though we were never to see that person again… Going to collect them was the same except it was much more fun. There was the excitement of receiving back grandmother and grandfather (Baa and Bapa) as well as the presents!
Back at home when the suitcases were finally opened the unmistakeable scent of millions of incense sticks that perfume an entire country gently poured into the living room. My grandfather shared his news and spoke of his trip transporting me to the mythical motherland. Carefully my grandfather would peel away the clothes and reveal the Indian newsprint that wrapped the brightly coloured paper kites that I loved, he never failed me.
A box of Halva would come out and the stories continued, I sat cross legged on the floor examining my kites whilst eating delicious thin layers of Halwa encrusted with pistachio, rose, cardamon and saffron.
We all spoke Gujarati at home and gathered together to enjoy food and cultural events. It was a really fun time, always lots of children to play with and always great food.
Food for us was a bridge. It allowed the two generations above me to travel back on a sensual nostagic journey back to the mother land, back to rural Gujarat, back to the cradle that nurtured them. It's this nostalgia evoked by the food that has kept the recipes intact, if they differ too much then they don't taste of home anymore, it’s what I call ‘time capsule food’.
The recipes I have learnt are from before the Industrial revolution and mechanisation. This cuisine is as 'old as the hills', unchanged recipes handed down to my great grandmother by her mother and eventually… down the line to me. Recipes, methods and techniques, the culture of eating and cooking seasonally, reducing waste and buying locally have been kept alive and intact by my family across three continents and generations.
I wanted to share my love for the food I grew up with. At the end of the summer in 2005 I invited friends to a meal that my mother and I cooked, this led on to us setting up a stall a few months later on Broadway Market.
Much has changed since then. We are now at Borough Market six days a week. We opened a successful restaurant in Dalston where we showcased food from our home table. We have moved on from that project. What remains the same is our unwavering intention, to share our food heritage with people who want to experience traditional, honest and nostalgic Indian cuisine.