Chef Peesh chopra - From Masala to Maple: My First Flame in Toronto
They say every chef has a first memory of food.
Mine wasn’t a Michelin plate.
It was my grandmother’s daal, slow-cooked over a coal stove in Ludhiana, spiced
with patience and stories.
No foam. No truffle oil. Just turmeric and time.
Just her hands, golden with haldi, feeding a boy who didn’t know he’d one day
swap a tech startup for a spice box.
I came to Toronto looking for something—I didn’t know it was
home.
And I didn’t know my home would be a kitchen.
Why This Blogger
Because food is more than recipes.
It’s memory, identity, defiance.
It’s how immigrants survive, how grandmothers pass down power, how strangers
become guests, and guests become family.
I’m not here to teach you how to make butter chicken—though
I will.
I’m here to tell you why the butter matters.
Why the chicken needs to rest.
Why I call my spice box a time machine.
What to Expect Here:
- Stories
from my journey: from venture capitalist to vindaloo whisperer
- Recipes
that taste like love letters
- Behind-the-scenes
of my Toronto pop-ups
- Philosophy
served medium rare
- Interviews
with other brown chefs breaking boundaries
Today’s Thought from the Kitchen:
"Cooking isn’t performance. It’s prayer."
Every time I touch cumin, I’m remembering a language I never learned to speak
fluently. But I can taste it. Smell it. Share it.
And so can you.
If you’ve ever cried into your chai, recreated your mom’s
food in a downtown apartment, or just believe food can heal—
Welcome to my kitchen.
Let’s cook. Let’s cry. Let’s eat.
Source From- https://shorturl.at/HN2YU
— Chef Peesh Chopra
Toronto, 2025
#MasalaAndMaple

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