Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

Rustic chocolate and walnut cookies (in almond flour)

These cookies are crumbly, soft pieces of deliciousness that break apart at the touch and melt in the mouth. I prefer to use some cinnamon in the dough because it adds that extra aroma that is so enticing when the cookies bake. I like to shape them like biscuits because they are then that much easier to dunk in a glass of cold milk….absolutely heavenly, trust me

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Besan (gram flour) laddus

In India, nothing says festivals like the aroma of roasting gram flour admixed with cardamom. A point to note is that the laddus made with castor sugar give a better texture than the ones made with powdered sugar. Also, I absolutely insist on the twin step infusion of milk. They help to fluff up the gram flour grains. 

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Soft oats and cranberry cookies

Cranberries are tart, tangy and explode in the mouth with their vibrant, zesty flavours. They make a great addition to cakes, tarts and even cookies. What’s more, I believe that they have the distinct edge of taking a humble dish and elevating it to a level of deliciousness.

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Chicken soup

you may not agree with me but, I believe that chicken soup is food for the soul. You could be curled up in bed on a cold evening, nursing a rabid cold or flu, or even rushing to work for meetings; the soup is succour. Trust me, I kid you not! It is nutritious, packed with flavour and can satiate the tummy like no other food can.

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Escape from murder!

I was chomping into a leg of Chicken leg when... A murder! It was a murder! My blood curdled at the sight. I tell you, the chicken that I was eating could not have squawked louder than I did at that point. They noticed.

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Half Baked beans – write time contest

Half baked beans is a literary platform for all budding and aspiring writers that provides writing and publishing services. The ‘Write Time’ was an open, prompt based contest. The prompt was – As I scanned the garden from my precarious perch, seven floors below my trembling legs, two regrets flashed …

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