The minute we landed in Goa for our May holidays, it was our family tradition to head out to Simonia’s for their baked goodies and savory deliciousness. BUT I loved their flaky meat pattices and my absolute favorites: BEEF CROQUETTES. Cheryllyne, the child, could eat a dozen in one go. Cheryllyne, the adult, could possibly eat…well let’s not go there.
Growing up in Mumbai, my next door neighbors were a lovely Muslim family. During the month of Ramadan, Mrs. Murtaza would cook delicious iftaar (the meal eaten by Muslims after sunset) dinners. I would smell the cardamom and saffron of the mutton biryani, and the seekh kebabs cooking over the hot charcoal, and rush over.