Author: Alexandra Thompson

Picture this: a cracked clay oven on the edge of a Himalayan village, the air thick with cumin and simmering…

Last winter, I found myself hunched over a folding table in a narrow New Delhi flat, the scent of cumin drifting…

On a rain‑soaked evening in a cramped flat above a bustling Delhi market, I was juggling a diplomatic briefing and…

Imagine the thin, humid breath of a Delhi monsoon slipping through a cracked window of the British Council’s staff lounge,…

I was halfway up the narrow stairwell of a centuries‑old house in Marrakesh when the call to prayer slipped through…

I was crouched on a kitchen floor in a cramped hostel in Kathmandu, the scent of simmering onions and ginger…

I still recall the thin, salty breeze of a night market in Oaxaca, where a rust‑spotted skillet sang against a…

I was standing on a rooftop kitchen in the highlands of Oaxaca, the sun already a fierce orange, when the…

If you’ve ever been sold a $300 yoga mat and told it’s the secret to lifestyle wellness, I feel your…

I still remember stepping off a rickety bus into a high‑altitude village in the Himalayas, where the only window was…