BYLINES, BINS & CHICKEN CURRY

aturdays in the Subramoney home in Durban was reserved for chicken curry, yellow rice and carrot salad with cucumbers and tomatoes sliced into rings. I was one of those annoying, fanatical kids who threw tantrums when the salad was prepared in any other way or if the rice wasn’t yellow. There was no Saturday night off from cooking for my parents, because I refused to eat anything else. Over the years and as I grew up, I eventually gave my parents a break and agreed to dining out or even eating chicken curry