Eat

 Calmly. Curiously. Happily

Raw fish soup? Sure. Offals, and a spot of bile ‘chutney’ on the side? Why not. How about cooking a 4,000-year-old ‘curry’ or some roasted ‘rat’ for dinner? Of course! 

I eat because I want to, not because I can. Food is my shortcut to the past, into the backlanes of indigenous cultures, and to lifelong friendships with people who know how to extract that last spot of marrow from the trickiest corner of every bone, every story. Even in my dreams, my plate is never empty and my nose is almost always in a glass.

So, please feel free to help yourself to any or all of the table of contents below.