The Midwest

I arrived at the airport in Cincinnati with my life’s possessions stuffed into two large pieces of luggage. Along with my clothes and shoes, I had packed a pres sure cooker and some basic kitchen essentials. In India, pressure cooking is popular, and my parents insisted I’d need the appliance to cook recipes from home. But I had no intention of restricting myself to Indian cooking. I also wanted to experience as much of my new country as I could, and there was no better way to do this than through its food.