Sojourns in Saronda
The sleepy, little seaside village was an escape,
a sanctuary, a gastronomic paradise
Zarin Virji
For a little girl living in a cramped flat in Bombay in the 1960s Saronda signified an escape to green fields and blue skies. It was a sanctuary of peace, love and unending pampering by my grandaunt Shirin Ratansha Patel and her majordomo, Savitri Dubla. Every wish was granted even before it was expressed. For a foodie like me, it was a gastronomic delight; I have never tasted better Parsi food than the meals cooked on our wood-fired stove, which later sadly made way for a gas stove. Was it the water or was it the freshness of the ingredients......
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