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I grew up watching my mother cook without a single measuring spoon in sight. The spices went in by smell. The dal was ready when it looked right. The roti was done when it puffed up and told you so.
Now I cook for my own family — a mix of dal nights and pancake Sundays, of masala pasta and buddha bowls, of avocado toast with a pinch of chaat masala because that's just how it happens when Indian and American meet in the same kitchen.
Follow The Aroma is where I write it all down. Not as a professional chef — as a daily family cook who happens to love feeding people. The recipes are real. The measurements are approximate. The food is always good.