I've obsessed over Indian street food since I was a young girl visiting my family in India with my parents and younger brother. Merely talking about the tartness, the crunchiness, the complexity of the spices makes my mouth start to water. These 'salads', as I like to explain to those less familiar with Indian cuisine, are small plates often referred to as 'chaat'. Imagine a cat leaning into a bowl of milk and licking it up with her pink slip of a tongue. We would call that motion in Hindi, chaatna. In essence, licking the milk up, or when it refers to...
I've obsessed over Indian street food since I was a young girl visiting my family in India with my parents and younger brother. Merely talking about the tartness, the crunchiness, the complexity of the spices makes my mouth start to water. These 'salads', as I like to explain to those less familiar with Indian cuisine, are small plates often referred to as 'chaat'. Imagine a cat leaning into a bowl of milk and licking it up with her pink slip of a tongue. We would call that motion in Hindi, chaatna. In essence, licking the milk up, or when it refers to...
