By Nisha Katona
Indians who live across the world cannot help but pimp local dishes to make them taste more Indian. Spice is a drug for us. We can go a couple of days on bangers and mash but then we start to sneak adulterants into our grub to get that spice hit. Whenever we brought chips into our home, if we turned our back on them, my mother would have done this chip butty thing to them. This involved red onion, green chilli and a hot pickle in a roti wrap. It drove me and my brother mad, but we loved it.