A glutinous black-rice pudding sorbet – a strange sentence, I know.
Emotionally, I love the dissonance this dish creates. The Chinese call this ‘forbidden rice’. As an Indian, rice should represent the epitome of white, musky, purity. This black rice, to us Indians, is subversive. It has flavour. It has body. This dish is sweet. It’s a Black Sabbath and One Direction playlist … and I love it.