The Dohiti journal

One strange thing I noticed after opening Dohiti - Whenever I asked someone in the kitchen to taste something, they would always hesitate before picking up the spoon. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to taste but there was just this small hesitation.

Every neighbourhood had one little bakery and one baker everyone trusted. Ours was a modest shop tucked into a corner of the market. Before I knew him as a baker, I knew him by his uniform…