I am really enjoying this series, set in India, by Tarquin Hall. His very original private investigator, Vish Puri is reminiscent of no one else. Perhaps just a bit of Hercule Poirot with his mustache, Sandown caps and trademark safari suit. This latest, The Case of the Man Who Died Laughing, concerns a duplicitous guru, cheerfully bilking his believers, when Vish Puri is called in to investigate a mysterious, seemingly supernatural death. Great fun! Also love the nicknames he's given his assistants, driver, etc. i.e.: Handbrake (doesn't use it enough), Facecream, (lovely female operative),"Tubelight (because he was usually slow to 'flicker on' in the morning."
In the course of his adventures, the chubby fellow is continually downing all sorts of delicious, mostly fried little spicy Delhi snacks; chuski, aloo tikki masala, dhokla, paapris, pakorhas, and etc., trying meanwhile to keep from leaving any residue on his clothing, which would betray him to his wife. She prepares him healthy food, such as a "veg cutlet" for lunch, always reminding him of his doctor's warning.
I was not led to fry anything, though those snacks do sound like something tasty to buy prepared, in Delhi say, but rather to do a spicy fish dish, inspired by a Yotam Ottolenghi recipe in Nopi, Gurnard, Baked in Banana Leaf. We don't have that fish here in Hawaii, however he mentioned another firm, white-fleshed fish could be substituted for it.









