I remember visiting my ancestral home in the village as a kid and having fond memories of the rustic, enormous kitchen it housed. A corner of the kitchen would house three brick and mortar stoves that were fuelled by wood and charcoal. One stove would be perpetually occupied by a large iron cauldron in which water would be heated for various chores around the house including cooking. The others would be used for cooking yummy delicacies by the cooks in the house under my grandmother’s strict direction.
The kitchen would be a spectacle of beautiful copper and aluminium pots and pans, which looked like jewels adorning the place. As a kid I would just marvel at the huge variety in the size and shapes of all the vessels and wished having the same kind of kitchen one day for myself.
- Regional Indian Food & Travel enthusiast