I grew up in Mumbai, where ridiculously good food was just part of everyday life.

Fresh, colourful, packed with flavour. The kind of dinner that appeared on my mum's table every evening without anyone making a big fuss about it.

Then I moved to London.

Britain had fallen hard for Indian food. But the food I actually missed was much harder to find. Not the same old curry-house favourites. The incredible food Indians eat at home. Dals, curries, vegetables and rice. Different from region to region, family to family, kitchen to kitchen.

So I started cooking it.

Seven years later, we're still at it.

Every week, we cook a completely different Indian feast in our East London kitchen. Fiery Tamil curries. Gujarati favourites. Rich Punjabi comfort food. Coconutty dishes from the coast. Recipes from our families, our travels and some of the brilliant cooks we love.

Four dishes, packed into a reusable steel dabba and delivered across London.

You heat it up. Open the tins. And feast.

Because being too busy to cook should never mean settling for boring food.

Anshu