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237 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 1, 2016
"This dish . . . my mother cooked at the home of a local landowner when I was a child. [...] Now, with your permission, I would like to take a bite before sharing this with you. I haven't tasted it in twenty years."
Only a handful of people watching Eshaan take that first bite understood the significance. It was a rebirth; the son had found his mother again. [...] He put down his tasting spoon then handed each judge a small bowl of the butter chicken: a luxurious dish of spiced chicken in a butter-tomato sauce.
"This, to me, is the dish of hope, because it promises better things ahead and that there is always a way forward. Always."
[...]
"The test of a good chef is not how complicated a dish he can make. But how he can make the dish sing with simple flavors and simple ingredients," Judge Singh said
-p.325 of novel
The cooking show staff had instructed him to bring his favorite utensil, and he had chosen his treasured sil batta. "Possibly the parent idea of the modern day mortar and pestle," Lama Dorje had remarked when he presented the gift to him. Eshaan had smiled at the comparison; he loved his tiny mortar and pestle for his spices. But his sil batta, flat marble stone with a long bat-like stone for grinding, was
perfect for making all the pastes and chutneys he so loved
creating. -p.167 of novel