The rose bush outside my window was in full spring mode and I just could not resist to quickly steep my favourite rose tea. As the subtle floral flavours lingered on my lips, I wondered the eternal words by Shakespeare, “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet”....

Yeah! I jump with joy like a little child, every time I see the tiny cauliflower curd peeping out of its giant leaf stalks even after a decade of home growing experience. Being in north India where winter garden bliss begins in September and goes on till March, we are...