A Goan in a Sudtirolean kitchen
Updated On: 04 September, 2020 06:18 AM IST | Mumbai | Rosalyn D'mello
Although I have familiarised myself with the new cuisine and am on track to master it in two years, unexpected pangs of homesickness have had me turn to the food I grew up eating with my family.

With store-bought coconut milk, I improvised with whatever was at my disposal to make a Caldin curry with prawns. Pic/Rosalyn D'mello
I am, by nature, adaptable. I am capable of tapping into my reserves of grace to accommodate a range of situations that one may not always perceive as ideal.
What I mean to say is that I can be remarkably generous when it comes to accepting circumstances as well as people, what and who they are, without always imagining ways of modifying them. I claim this as a strength, because it allows me to access many scenarios without necessarily wanting to alter them. I am able to derive value from what exists without my intervention, and I don't feel entitled to the extent that I expect situations or people to cater specifically to me.
I embraced the Südtirolean kitchen long before I moved here. I delight in its diversity; how it is informed by its relationship with Italy, as well as its Austrian and Bavarian inheritances. It's an inclusive kitchen. It's not fussy, like the French, and has its own versions of pasta and ravioli or breads.
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