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COVER
TITLE PAGE
DEDICATION
INTRODUCTION
KAUSHY’S KITCHEN
KAUSHY’S SPICE TIN AND SEASONINGS
KAUSHY’S INGREDIENTS AND UTENSILS
COOKING has been my world from a very early age. Preparing wonderful food is an expression of real love – a
lesson I learned from my amazing grandmother before I was even five years old.
Until I was four, I lived with my parents and three siblings in Ganesh Sisodra, a village in Surat, northern India, about
ten miles away from my mother’s parents, who lived on a large farm in a village called Pardi. My mother, a sociable
woman with a strong sense of family and community, was a great cook. There were always a lot of visitors to our
home, and her wide social network brought with it important contacts. It was through them that my father was
offered an amazing opportunity to start a business in Zambia.
We were all excited, but my grandma was worried too, as my parents would be leaving India and starting again from
scratch. Trying to settle in a foreign land with a young family would be difficult, so she suggested that they leave me
behind in India with her, since we already had a special bond. This was true, but nevertheless I was devastated
when my mother agreed. I cried for weeks after my family had left and I had moved to Pardi to live with my
grandparents.
As it turned out, the next ten years would be the best of my childhood. I missed the rest of my family, obviously, but
my grandma made me feel immensely loved, and I soon settled into her wonderful world. She was the most
generous and loving person I have ever known, and her enthusiasm for life, food and laughter are still with me today.
She believed in cooking with love, and she passionately loved to cook.
And she was always cooking – whether for the family or for the hundred or so workers on the farm. She would get
up at the crack of dawn to pick vegetables and prepare ingredients for the ‘big cook’ – making enormous pots of
food for the workers before they started their day. I was fascinated by this, quickly got involved and found that I
loved to cook. She was thrilled by my desire to learn and carefully taught me until, at the age of seven, I took over
the responsibility of cooking for the family while she cooked for the workers.
Before school I would get up early to make the family meal, all the while watching my grandma cooking in the big
pots. At the same time she would watch my progress, complimenting me when I succeeded and gently teaching me
when I needed help. She impressed on me that the quality of the ingredients and the freshness of the vegetables
were all part of the magic – the same magic that we still cook up in Prashad’s kitchens – and advised me never to
cut corners and always to cook from the heart. When I was fourteen, my mother arranged for me to become
engaged to her best friend’s son – my soulmate, Mohan. I was to move to England to start my new life, and stay
with my uncle in Loughborough (cooking and keeping house for him) while I settled in.
Leaving my grandmother was incredibly hard, but she told me she believed in me and that this was my opportunity to
shine. So it was that I landed at Manchester airport in October 1966, not speaking a word of English, still tearful but
warmed by her encouragement and blessing. I couldn’t believe how cold and dark England was, and how early the
sun set! I wasn’t convinced that it was the place for me, but I knew that I couldn’t disappoint my grandma, so I set
out to overcome every obstacle and be a success.
Life was very challenging and not knowing the language was a major hurdle, but I started work in a needle factory
as a machine operator and soon discovered plenty of other Indians working there. I picked up English as I went
along and gradually things became easier. In 1968 Mohan came to England and we married and moved up to
Bradford. I was very shy, but in marriage I found stability and security. With my charming, loving husband by my
side, I knew I need never worry or be alone.
The Indian community in Bradford was just developing, and we soon got into a routine of having regular get-
togethers with a handful of other young couples from the same part of India, each of us cooking our favourite meals.
I loved cooking in my home for my growing family, and welcomed special occasions when I could lay on great
feasts. There was scarcely a weekend when we didn’t have guests to feed, and my kitchen was fast becoming my
world.
Mohan is a fantastic mechanic and had steadily built up a reputable garage business, but by the early 1990s he
wanted to try something different. So when he came home one evening in 1992 with a huge grin and told me that the
University of Bradford had issued a compulsory purchase order to buy the garage, I knew that the exciting
opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived. Knowing that cooking was my lifelong passion, he asked whether I
fancied trying the food business. A family friend was selling his launderette, which my mechanical genius husband
could run, and attached was a small Indian vegetarian deli from which I could sell my food … what could be better?
My eldest son, Bobby, was studying for his marketing degree at the time, so we asked him to come up with a name,
and his suggestion of Prashad, meaning blessed food, seemed the perfect choice.
Mohan and I were determined that Prashad would have the same quality ethos that my grandma had instilled in me,
with no corners cut. He got busy sorting out the building structure and launderette, and I got busy cooking. The more
I cooked, the closer I felt to my grandma. Everything I was doing reminded me of her and the recipes she had taught
me – even the pot sizes at Prashad were nearly as big as the ones she used for her ‘big cook’! I was fulfilling my
potential, using the skills she had taught me, cooking her food and making it my own. My food was bringing
happiness to me and to many others, and my world started to sing.
The deli was packed with my specialities – Bombay mixes, dhokra, samosas, spring rolls, kamree, handvo, pethis,
vegetable pakoras and Indian sweets. Everything you would expect in a Gujarati home could now be bought at
Prashad. The business grew, and soon we were being asked to cater for weddings with up to 2,000 guests. Suddenly
it was as if I was back in Pardi, cooking for the entire farm with my grandma! We would get up early to prepare the
wedding food, then Mohan would head out to deliver it and I would stay in the kitchen to cook for the deli. Once the
doors opened for business, I would spend the day talking with customers and selling my food.
As the years went by and the businesses thrived, Bobby noticed that our customers were looking for something
more – somewhere they could come to enjoy a whole meal. We were understandably nervous: Mohan and I knew
very little about running a restaurant. However, with a little gentle persuasion from Bobby and my daughter Hina, we
introduced some tables and chairs into the deli to see how things went. At around the same time there was a local
cooking competition. I was encouraged to enter and decided to give it a go. To my enormous delight, I won!
Restaurant critics came to eat in our deli-café and wrote wonderful things about our food. Prashad’s reputation as a
restaurant started to grow.
Then one afternoon in April 2010, Bobby came bounding into the kitchen shouting, ‘Gordon Ramsay is coming to
Prashad!’ The TV company had called to say that we were close to being selected for the Best Restaurant series.
We were excited and worried at the same time. Would Gordon think we were good enough, or should we be doing
things differently?
Mohan was the voice of reason: he told us to stop panicking and just do what we had been doing for years – after
all, that was why Gordon was coming. So we made a promise that during the show it would be business as normal
… and that’s what got us to the national restaurant competition finals, shown to millions of viewers and judged by a
talented, high-powered TV chef.
Mohan and I are incredibly proud of all our children, and that includes our fourth ‘baby’, Prashad. We are so happy
that we can showcase Gujarati culture in our cuisine and our family ethos – we live together, work together and
were thrilled to share our world through the competition.
The restaurant’s popularity surged and as a result the deli had to close. It was a sad day for me, but since then many
wonderful opportunities have opened up, many of them thanks to Gordon. He has been so generous, helping us in so
many ways, including arranging for my daughter-in-law Minal to train at his restaurant Petrus and encouraging me to
write this book. We can never thank him enough.
Cooking is a gift that is within everyone’s reach. Just remember four simple rules:
1. Fresh and fantastic: This is my mantra. Always buy the freshest, best quality ingredients that you can afford.
You will taste the difference.
2. Prepare: Take the stress out of cooking by preparing your ingredients and getting everything ready in advance.
3. Relax: Take time to enjoy your cooking and don’t put yourself under pressure to be perfect. No one is a great
cook from birth, but by learning from others (and plenty of trial and error) you can create food that is a pleasure to
cook and eat.
4. Cook with love: My grandma taught me that attitude can affect your food and that love is the most important
ingredient, so think beautiful thoughts while you cook!
We Gujaratis use our hands – combining spices, kneading doughs, working in masalas – to put all our energy and
love into our food. We eat with our hands, too, so we can pick up all that cooked-in love. And we always cook a
little more than we need, so that we can invite any unexpected guests to share our meal. If no unexpected guests
arrive, the extra food simply gives us an opportunity to share with our neighbours – we call this vakti vevar and it
helps create great community bonds.
Modern life can be hectic, and one of the first things to suffer is often the sense of community and family. But you
can restore the balance with something as simple as a shared meal or a chat over a cup of sweet ginger tea. Food
can be so much more than just something to fill you up, and cooking can be so much more than just getting food to
the table. The pleasure and sense of achievement in making wonderful meals for yourself, your family or your
friends can bring a glow to the face and a smile to the heart.
Throughout my life, I have been blessed to meet (and feed) the most amazing people, and to introduce them to the
world of spices, flavours, colours and kitchen magic that I grew up with. Now it’s your turn – welcome to my world!
Whether you have years of experience in cooking Indian food or are a complete novice, I hope you will enjoy
exploring and experimenting with making beautiful, fragrant food through my recipes. Most of all, I hope this book
will bring as much joy to you and everyone you cook for (or buy this book for!) as my cooking has brought to me.