29/10/2025
Travel ends… the suitcase is still lying open… but cravings don’t wait. I stepped out for air and found myself pausing at the sabzi cart — where a glorious hunk of kathal sat like an old memory returned. In that instant, I could almost taste the korma before it existed.
Back home, I let time do the magic — oil shimmering, spices blooming, kathal surrendering into a slow luxurious simmer until the whole kitchen smelled like ammas Mutton curry only I knew its the bold aroma of the Kathal korma. Rich… bold… tender… the kind of flavor that doesn’t just feed you, it sits with you amd warms your soul.
Tonight I will eat like I would eat at mums house hot paratha in one hand, royal kathal korma on the plate, and the silent satisfaction that only a dish this soulful can create.
