Today I had a paratha, a severely good and terrifyingly calorific confection which I had somehow missed out on in my years of curry-eating in the UK. It was prepared by my lovely friend and housemate Shama, who is a magnificent cook and unerringly generous in sharing the latest scrumptious concoction with whoever is hanging around the kitchen. She fills the kitchen with lovely smells and my life with good cheer. Afterwards I made myself rather sloppy instant noodles and disintegrated tofu, which was nothing like as good (though considerably healthier).
Here is Shama, even more beautiful than her parathas.