Spoonful with Rashmi

This work trip looked suspiciously like a bucket-list vacation. 👀😂
Newfoundland welcomed me in the most normal way possible: a dead fish, a shot of rum and absolute beauty everywhere 🐟🥃

St. John’s: where no one believes houses should be beige.

Everywhere I looked: cliffs, ocean and another reason to stop taking photos through my phone and just stare. 🌊

Even the fog had main-character energy here.

Would’ve happily stayed a little longer. 🌊✨

Naturally, I conducted some very important local research. For cultural purposes. 🍫

And for once, when the work was done, I wasn’t ready to head home.

Newfoundland, I could’ve used a few more days with you. ❤️

But for now: Chocolates, Sea salt and a cute postcard will do ❤️

Felt like lunching on some sunshine! So brought out the souvenirs from my suitcase, and plated them. ☀️✨

Today’s lunch: Bell pepper & black garlic pesto pasta ✨

A sunny Saturday at Cafe Rewind☀️

Made Bombay-style and Tutti-Frutti custard croissant sandwiches, had the cutest barista make me espresso martini, squeezed in plenty of cuddles, and danced until my legs reminded me I’m not 21 anymore.

Good food. Good company. Sore feet. No complaints. ❤️

A slow long weekend looked like this for me:

Strolling through the parks of Collingwood.
Spotting trillium flowers like little wins.
Racing each other to the end point of a hike.
Impromptu dinner with friends, and their cutest video bombing babies 😀
Oh and the Pistachio gelato at Nani’s. 👌

These are tiny moments of pause that are quietly fueling me through the May madness lately ✨

Wish you were here…..
Somewhere between old streets, quiet mornings, and evenings in busy quaint restaurants, this city felt like stepping into another time.
Until next time, Québec City. Xoxo - R

Someone asked me if it’s worth the effort.

48+ hours of cooking.
Days of conception and prep.
Moments of self-doubt in between.

Yes. Every single time.

Because this isn’t just food.
It’s Identity. Memory. Home.

Bihari food deserves more: to be seen, understood, and experienced beyond stereotypes.

And Laalima is my way of doing it.
One dinner at a time.

April 18 marked the first Laalima Supper Club— 32 people. One dinner. And the dream I had carried for years.
To put Bihari food on the fine-dining map.

Laalima Supper Club is not just about food—
it is about memory, migration, and the feeling of home. This is just the beginning of Laalima. A huge thank you to - Len and Neil for opening their doors and making this collaboration come to life in the most beautiful space. thank you for capturing stunning moments from this evening! Ill cherish them forever 💕💕