I was born in a sprawling house by the Yamuna River in Delhi. When I was a few minutes old Grandmother welcomed me into the world by writing Om" which means "I am" in Sanskrit on my tongue with a little finger dipped in honey. When the family priest arrived to draw up my horoscope he scribbled astrological symbols on a long scroll & set down a name for me Indrani or "queen of the heavens". My father ignored him completely & proclaimed my name was to be Madhur ("sweet as honey"). So begins Madhur Jaffreys enchanting memoir of her childhood in India. Her description of growing up a in a very large wealthy family (half a train was booked to transport the family from Delhi to the mountains for the summer) conjures up the spirit of a long lost age. Whether climbing the mango trees in her grandparents orchard armed with a mixture of salt pepper red chillies & roasted cumin or enjoying picnics in the foothills of the Himalayas reached by foot rickshaw palanquin or horse where meatballs stuffed with sultanas & mint leaves cauliflowers flavoured with ginger & coriander & spiced pooris with hot green mango pickle were devoured food forms a major leitmotiv of this beautifully written memoir. With recipes drawn from memories of dinners lunches breakfasts weddings & picnics moving effortlessly from the lamb meatballs of Moghul emperors to the tamarind chutneys of the streets this book will appeal to keen armchair cooks as well as fans of Madhur the world over."