Methi na Thepla

This is a classic picnic Biting. We once went to Brighton with all the aunties. There must have been about ten cars following each other down the M3, none of them going above 50 miles an hour with the women at the wheel, so we must have driven the whole motorway insane. When we got to the seafront, we laid out all the blankets and then out came the thepla with various chutneys and shaak and Thermos flasks of chai. I remember us sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the