Cinema writing, travel writing and fiction are what I usually spend my time on, but every now and then, I try my hand at writing about food. Not just restaurant reviews (of which I do a good deal, some occasionally posted on this blog), but other writing as well. My food writing is much less frequent than my other stories, essays and reviews, but now and then, it’s fun to write about something that’s so close to my heart.
AntiSerious, the online literary magazine, some months back invited submissions for their spring issue, which was to be a food special. Personal accounts, memoirs, and similar writings on food were encouraged. I couldn’t resist the temptation to write about something that’s always amused me and puzzled me: the notion most non-Christians in India have about what Indian Christians eat. Just as Hindi cinema, for decades altogether, has slotted the Indian Christian as a dress-or-suit clad, crucifix-around-the-neck, constantly-crossing-themselves community, it has also led to the notion that everything (including food, so important a part of life) about Indian Christians is Westernized.
Here, then, is my essay for AntiSerious: Bye-bye, Christmas Goose: We Never You. Enjoy!