On a holiday in Kaziranga, my wife and I were touched by the fabled Bhoot Jolokia chilli. The spirits must be invoked when something this spicy lurks in your kitchen.

In Singapore, you feel at home not by what you do or how you speak. You feel at home by how and what you eat.

On a bleak winter evening, when you’re stranded in a train, the only other lights visible are the feeble glows of the fires of the food stalls. Make sure you eat the Puri Aloo.