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It's a quest worth pursuing on behalf of a woman who has spent most of her life adrift, driven in equal measure by wanderlust and food lust.To chart the evolution of both, I'll present her in banquet form: Padma, a lifetime in four courses. First Course: Stinky Curry and a Liter of Milk Born in India and transplanted to New York with her mom by the age of 4, Padma spent her earliest years divided between the solitude of a single-parent apartment in Manhattan and the buzz of an overstuffed household in the city of Chennai (formerly Madras), where a dozen family members were in residence at any given time."To this day, one of my favorite things is an ice cold glass of milk at midnight." Go to the next page for three more courses of Padma...Second Course: Cream of Alphabet Soup "By the time I was 9, I was handling a knife in the kitchen," she says matter-of-factly, as if most kids are julienning in fourth grade.
She is 15 IQ points smarter than the average human and three heart palpitations more beautiful than the average supermodel, with soft, cappuccino skin, deep, burrowing eyes, and more pleasing curves and stunning vistas than the Pacific Coast Highway.
Her eyes soften and her lips curl into a sly smile: "If only I had this many fluffers in the kitchen.
I'd have them poof up my salads." If Padma's really looking for help tousling her arugula, I'm sure I could work something out.
Instead of painting plates with delicate reductions and positioning microgreens atop towers of protein, they're painting the contours of her back with just the right shade of cinnamon brown and positioning her thick, black hair in waves that make it look like a dark, bottomless sea.
When the camera starts clicking, no fewer than 13 people have contributed to dressing and coiffing and making up this multifaceted entrée, this model/actress/culinary diva.