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judy smith Nov 2016
Whether in Montreal, where she was born and raised, or in Delhi, where her award-winning brasserie sits, the stylish chef’s love for gastronomy has always run deep. She came to India to chase her passion about eight years ago, after leaving behind an engineering career and having trained at the esteemed ITHQ (Institut de tourisme et d’hôtellerie du Québec). In 2014, she introduced unusual combinations like oysters with charred onion petals, tamarind puree, and rose vinegar when she became the first Indian chef to be invited to host a solo dinner at the James Beard House in New York City. Also presented there was her very own coffee-table book called Eating Stories, packed with charming visuals, tales and recipes.

In pursuit of narratives

“I am studying Ayurveda so, at the moment, I’m inspired by the knowledge and intuition which comes with that, but otherwise I completely live for stories. Those of the people around me — of spices, design forms, music, traditions, history and anything else I feel connected to.”

Culinary muse

“I truly believe that nature is perfect, so I feel privileged to use the ingredients that it provides, while adding my own hues, aromas and combinations…it feels like I get to play endlessly every day.”

After-work indulgence

“My favourite places to eat at are Cafe Lota and Carnatic Cafe in Delhi, and Betony and Brindle Room in NYC.”

Dream dish

“This salad I created called ‘secret garden’. It’s so beautiful to look at and has such a unique spectrum of flavours…all while using only the freshest, most natural produce to create something completely magical.”

Reception blooper

“Most people make the mistake of over-complicating the menu; having too much diversity and quantity. Wastefulness isn’t a good way to start a life together.”

A third-generation entrepreneur from a highly distinguished culinary family, she runs a thriving studio in Khar where state-of-the-art cooking stations and dining tables allow her to conduct a variety of workshops and sessions. Her grandfather is remembered as the man who migrated from Africa to London to found the brand that brought curry to the people of the UK — Patak’s. She took over as brand ambassador, having trained at Leiths School of Food and Wine and taught at one of Jamie Oliver’s schools in London. What’s more, Pathak is also the author of Secrets From My Indian Family Kitchen, a cookbook comprising 120 Indian recipes, published last year in the UK.

Most successful experiment

“When I was writing recipes for my cookbook, I had to test some more than once to ensure they were perfect and foolproof. One of my favourites was my slow-cooked tamarind-glazed pork. I must have trialled this recipe at least six times before publishing it, and after many tweaks I have got it to be truly sensational. It’s perfectly balanced with sweet and sour both.”

Future fantasy

“As strange as it sounds, I’d love to cater my own wedding. You want all your favourite recipes and you want to share this with your guests. I could hire a caterer to create my ideal menu, but I’d much prefer to finalise and finish all the dishes myself so that I’m supremely happy with the flavours I’m serving to my loved ones.”

Fresh elegance

“I’m in love with microgreens for entertaining and events…although not a new trend, they still carry the delicate wow factor and are wonderfully subtle when used well. I’m not into using foams and gels and much prefer to use ingredients that are fuss-free.”

This advertising professional first tested her one-of-a-kind amalgams at The Lil Flea, a popular local market in BKC, Mumbai. Her Indian fusion hot dogs, named Amar (vegetarian), Akbar (chicken) and Anthony (pork), sold out quickly and were a hit. Today, these ‘desi dogs’ are the signature at the affable home-chef-turned-businesswoman’s cafe-***-diner in Bandra, alongside juicy burgers, a fantastic indigenous crème brûlée, and an exciting range of drinks and Sikkim-sourced teas.

Loving the journey

“The best part of the job is the people I meet; the joy I get to see on their faces as they take the first bite. The fact that this is across all ages and social or cultural backgrounds makes it even better. Also, I can indulge a whim — whether it is about the menu or what I can do for a guest — without having to ask anyone. On the flip side, I have no one to blame but myself if the decision goes wrong. And, of course, I can’t apply for leave!”

Go-to comfort meal

“A well-made Bengali khichri or a good light meat curry with super-soft chapattis.”

What’s ‘happening’

“This is a very exciting time in food and entertaining — the traditional and ultra-modern are moving forward together. Farm-to-fork is very big; food is also more cross-cultural, and there is a huge effort to make your guest feel special. Plus, ‘Instagram friendly’ has become key…if it’s not on Instagram, it never happened! But essentially, a party works when everyone is comfortable and happy.”

A word to brides

“Let others plan your menu. You relax and look gorgeous!”

This Le Cordon Bleu graduate really knows her way around aromas that warm the heart. On returning to Mumbai from London, she began to experiment with making small-batch ice creams for family and friends. Now she churns out those ‘cheeky’ creations from a tiny kitchen in Bandra, where customers must ring a bell to get a taste of dark chocolate with Italian truffle oil, salted caramel, milk chocolate and bacon and her signature (a must-try) — blue cheese and honey.

The extra mile

“I’ll never forget the time I created three massive croquembouche towers (choux buns filled with assorted flavours of pastry cream, held together with caramel) for a wedding, and had to deliver them to Thane!”

Menu vision

“For a wedding, I would want to serve something light and fresh to start with, like seared scallops with fresh oysters and uni (sea urchin). For mains, I would serve something hearty and warm — roast duck and foie gras in a red wine jus. Dessert would be individual mini croquembouche!”

Having been raised by big-time foodie parents, the strongest motivation for their decision to take to this path came from their mother, who had two much-loved restaurants of her own while the sisters were growing up — Vandana in Mahim and Bandra Fest on Carter Road. Following the success of the first MeSoHappi in Khar, Mumbai, the duo known for wholesome cooking opened another outlet of the quirky gastro-bar adjoining The Captain’s Table — one of the city’s favourite seafood haunts — in Bandra Kurla Complex.

Chef’s own

AA: “We were the pioneers of the South African bunny chow in Mumbai and, even now, it remains one of my all-time favourites.”

On wedding catering

PA: “The most memorable for me will always be Aarathi’s high-tea bridal shower. I planned a floral-themed sundowner at our home in Cumballa Hill; curtains of jasmine, rose-and-wisteria lanterns and marigold scallops engulfed the space. We served exotic teas, alcoholic popsicles of sangria and mojito, and dishes like seafood pani puri shots and Greek spanakopita with beetroot dip, while each table had bite-sized desserts like mango and butter cream tarts and rose panna cotta.”Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-2016 | www.marieaustralia.com/red-carpet-celebrity-dresses
MUNIYA

One Summer day of May
Gulmohar, bright and gay
Red blossoms hugging her
Embracing the tiny visitor
Feathered, brown coloured
Small sized, sparkling eyed
Gregarious and melodious
Muniya, the bird vivacious.

She merrily flew in and out
With twigs, figs in her snout
Framing her cosy little nest
By putting in the very best
She laid eggs, pearly white
Sentiments intensely bright
Mystic Muniya motivated
Elated, she daily incubated.

That noon, warm oppressively
All birds screamed aggresively
Slender satan climbed devilishly
Muniya fought back vigourously
Birds pecked the foe ferociously
Serpent slithered surreptitiously
Gulping the eggs remorselessly
All unborn perished noiselessly.

Muniya wailed loudly, bitterly
Her world shattered suddenly
Pain, loss penetrating the soul
Depressing, difficult to console
Emotions enveloping the avian
Her unborn drifted into oblivion  
Misty eyed, she fled mournfully
Misty eyed, I prayed soulfully.

One fine bright summer day of May
To my surprise on my verandah lay
Muniya, her eggs in salubrious nest
Fervent feelings felt, of fest, of zest
Venturing in and out gregariously
Savouring sprouts, seeds ravenously
Muniya nourishing new beginnings
Making new innings, new winnings.

@ Preeti Pathak
Adorable, black furry divine
With soft coat, shining so fine
Barely two and half months old
Brought it home on wintry cold.

His eyes beholding, sparkling,
He in our arms cosily cuddling,
His drowsy yawns enthralling
His movements, cries marveling.

Five months puppy soon
Heaven sent, a real boon
Friendly, graceful and playful
Muscular and very powerful.

Mood enhancer, happiness bringer
Our canine aptly named Winner
Furry pawed, with a furry exterior
Beneath, an utterly amazing interior.

Well bred, well trained, a looker
Loyal, gentle, handsome Winner
Symbol of trust and patience
Furry friend known for jubilance.

Winner's choice, my little boy
Forever running, jumping, to enjoy
Both definitely each other's toy
And undoubtedly each other's joy.

Nose driven, very nice napper
Waggy tailed, insect inspector
Nimble footed, munchy muncher
Winner, entertainer and energizer,

Hanging ears, so sensitive
Eyes expressive, so active
Our hunting, sporting companion
Our sniffing, rescuing champion.

His soulful eyes, full of affection.
But soon came his health deception
Suffering dreadful tumor, infection
All  endeavours for his protection.


He spoke but with passion
To who knew, how to listen
Our canine, God of fun-frolic
Suddenly silently melancholic.


Our firmest friend very sweet
Winner, a heartbeat at our feet.
His arrival, profound happiness
His passing away, sheer sadness.


Winner's oblivion, few decades old
His special memories, we still hold
He orbits in an unknown universe
In his memory, these lines of verse.

@Preeti Pathak
You hide in the cascading crystal clear waters,

But O Almighty Lord!

I see you in their rapid flow and also in their abysmal depths....



You hide in the fresh, clean and invisible air and the balmy breezes,

But O Benevolent Lord!

I feel your gentle touch and also hear your soft whispers....



You hide in the majestic cosmos,

But O Omnipresent Lord!

I notice you in your limitless expanse or infinity....



You hide in the roaring, blazing and consuming fires,

But O Powerful Lord!

I see you residing in their resplendent and vibrant dancing flames...



You hide in our beautiful earth, our land, our homeland,

But O Omnipotent Lord!

I feel you in the ashes and dust of our venerated ancestors and the daring warriors and the brave soldiers resting therein...



You hide in the profoundly beautiful, colourful and ambrosial flowers,

But O Awesome Lord!

I find you in their myriad shapes and in their floral, oriental and woody fragrances....



You hide in the thick, dark, lofty, evergreen forests and foliage,

But O Quintessential Lord!

I sense your presence by inhaling your earthy scents and hearing your mysterious silence....



You hide in the snow, the mist and the dew,

But O Worthy Lord!

I find you visible in their ethereal beauty and chastity....



You hide in the fruits and grains and nuts,

But O Bountiful Lord!

I find you in my hunger and thirst....



You hide in all forms, animate or inanimate,

But O Omniscience Lord!

I discern you in the spirit and soul of all objects and creations....



You dwell in the enchanting celestial objects, the sun, the moon and the stars,

But O Everlasting Lord!

I detect you even in their endless motion, incandescence and forever changing appearance each day...



You hide in the temples and all the holy places

But O Comforter Lord!

I meet you there in the sanctum sanctorum of my pious mind...



You hide in the sacred scriptures, epics, chants and hymns,

But O Saviour Lord!

I figure you in piety, virtues, dharmas and the karmas....



You hide in my parents, children, friends, teachers, countrymen,

But O Compassionate Lord!

I revere you in their love, compassion, devotion and care....



You hide and huddle in my mortal body

But O Marvelous Lord!

I hear you in the melody of my heartbeats, rhythm of my pulsating blood, in the music of my successfully orchestrated life….



You hide inside my immortal soul,

But O Extremely Gracious Lord!

I seek you in my existence, prayers and faith....



You hide and I shall seek you anywhere and everywhere in total serenity....

But O Good Lord!

I shall forever remember and worship you and we both shall play this game of hide-and-seek till eternity....

(Composed by Preeti Pathak from India...
My link is... preetikandpalpathak.blogspot.com)
28th June 2020
Celebrations! Baby girl arriving
A piece of heaven descending
Upon ecstatic parents who are waiting
Cooing, smiling and her eyes shining
How euphoric and rewarding !

In parental tenderness, blooming beautifully
Inherent virtues, flourishing favourably
Buoyantly vibrant teenager, metamorphosing magically
Lithe, lively lady moulding, unfolding gracefully
How breathlessly beautiful, this transition so suddenly !

Deft, determined lady emerging on life's canvas
Out of the shadows of parental caress
Catalysing to compellingly desirable mistress
Celebrating wins, witty and voluptuous
How stunningly sensuous !

Years go by sketching contours of the middle aged
Living through love, sorrow, fear and hope
Journey of ups and downs sculpting her
Experienced, sobered, matured portrait realised
How mysteriously ageless !

Time fleets introducing a frail grandmotherly figure
Her reticent, sentimental and feeble ways
Carving her into a contemplative, pious matriarch
Toothless, silver-haired and wierdly wrinkled
How stupendous a masterpiece !

© Preeti Pathak
You leave your mother's home, to serve the bigger home- your motherland.
Raw, young and fiercely trained, you swim undaunted in strange waters.
The currents and inherent dangers do not deter you.
We salute your venturesome spirit and lion-heartedness.
You are courage personified.
What more to say O Courageous Man-at-arms !

Dangerous missions and risky operations beckon you.
You rush without any fear of injury or death.
To demolish the enemy and accomplish harmony.
We salute your unwavering dedication and mettlesome attitude.
You are valiance personified.
What more to say O Valiant Rifleman !

You safeguard our frontiers with your impenetrable gaze.
You suffer the deepest wounds and scars of battles.
You brave solitude, adversities, unpredictabilities and infinite toils.
We salute your unparalleled intrepidity and tenacity.
You are duty personified.
What more to say O Dutiful Cannoneer !

Your family profoundly prays for you while you are away.
Your children miss their daddy moments in their growing years .
But motherland is your first love being wedded to the olive green.
We salute your unrelenting devotion and absolute loyalty.
You are trust personified.
What more to say O Faithful Cavalier !

Coffin draped in tricolour, bugler playing 'The Last Post' is heart-wrenching.
Homecoming of a fallen warrior is so heartbreaking.
Countrymen stand by you, your stoic wife, bereaved parents and wailing children.
We salute you for your supreme sacrifice, soldiering and deeds of derring-do.
You are heroism personified.
What more to say O Honourable Infantryman !

You give your today for our tomorrow.
Forever you live up to the motto- valour and wisdom.
Your service before self is embodiment of love for motherland.
We salute you for upholding the highest moral and ethical values.
You are hope personified.
What more to say O Worthy Soldier !


(Composed by Preeti Pathak from India. Please do visit my blog preetikandpalpathak.blogspot.com)
June 04, 2021

Amidst sylvan setting, under a verdant vineyard
Rains sing sonorous lullabies
I witness serendipitous showers
O wow! The glorious, natural sanitizers !!
Divine arrangement in progress by the Maker
Friends, comprehend this captivating nature.

Raindrops cascade down on fecund earth
Sun-baked land brims with water
I deeply inhale the pious petrichor
O wow! The earthy, natural scent !!
Divine mechanism in progress by the Maker.
Friends, enjoy this pristine nature.

Magical feat of light, sound and water
Profound thoughts encrypted in each drop
I decode these glorious musings.
O wow! Musical messages from far above !!
Divine process in progress by the Maker.
Friends, bow down before this enigmatic nature.

Heaven erupts in a penetrating drizzle
Scintillating expressions of the omnipotent
I flourish in the quiet ecstasy.
O wow! The omnipresent in natural silhouette !!
Divine dance in progress by the Maker.
Friends, be in communion with this spectacular nature.



@ Preeti Pathak
They married, very pleased
Dreams many they weaved
Happy hours simply rolled
While love grew manifold.

Onto mountainous vales
Surely they both regaled
Soon she on family way
But hurdles many did lay.

Rain came bucketing down
Enveloping sky and town
Bringing plenty of mirth
Also cleansing the earth.

Travelling from morn to night
Unborn inside snuggled tight
Serpentine roads, moonlit night
River water, like silvery light.

Sudden blind bend up the hill
Mighty engine roaring shrill
Blinding lights, opposite end
Just no time for any amend.

Mighty machine losing might
Seemed the darkest of nights
O! Wet earth simply cracked
Machine slipped, was slapped.

Chilling winds shrieking
All of them hurt, weeping
Scattered and shattered
But hope still whispered.

Eyes full of tears and fear
Lonely night, no one near
Angel inside, safe and calm
Her unborn, her only balm.

Thorny paths up the hill
Her spouse down the hill
Comrade, near a boulder
Bruised broken shoulder.

Trio braving grave adversity
Their remarkable spontaneity
With blood soaked garment
Eyes pleaded management.

Step by step, all together
Facing inclement weather
Reached the road head line
Fetching care just on time.

In portals of hospital
Healed injuries fatal
In midst of acute pain
Blessings also did rain.

She birthed a sweet soul
Love shall forever hold
O! Yes. Life's ambiguous
Tumultuous yet mellifluous!

@Preeti Kandpal Pathak
They married, very pleased
Dreams many they weaved
Happy hours simply rolled
While love grew manifold.

Onto mountainous vales
Surely they both regaled
Soon she on family way
But hurdles many did lay.

Rain came bucketing down
Enveloping sky and town
Bringing plenty of mirth
Also cleansing the earth.

Travelling from morn to night
Unborn inside snuggled tight
Serpentine roads, moonlit night
River water, like silvery light.

Sudden blind bend up the hill
Mighty engine roaring shrill
Blinding lights, opposite end
Just no time for any amend.

Mighty machine losing might
Seemed the darkest of nights
O! Wet earth simply cracked
Machine slipped, was slapped.

Chilling winds shrieking
All of them hurt, weeping
Scattered and shattered
But hope still whispered.

Eyes full of tears and fear
Lonely night, no one near
Angel inside, safe and calm
Her unborn, her only balm.

Thorny paths up the hill
Her spouse down the hill
Comrade, near a boulder
Bruised broken shoulder.

Trio braving grave adversity
Their remarkable spontaneity
With blood soaked garment
Eyes pleaded management.

Step by step, all together
Facing inclement weather
Reached the road head line
Fetching care just on time.

In portals of hospital
Healed injuries fatal
In midst of acute pain
Blessings also did rain.

She birthed a sweet soul
Love shall forever hold
O! Yes. Life's ambiguous
Tumultuous yet mellifluous!

@Preeti Kandpal Pathak

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