.. that you only get when
you haven't updated the ol blob in 7 months
you have eaten an entire plate of (and this is very important) cold kanda bhajji without sharing
and you have cancelled your plan to run the Kaveri Trail Marathon a week before the run because of sickness and busyness.
(returns to blobby hideout with a hideous plop)
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
September 13, 2010
May 28, 2008
.. it's all just a little bit of history repeating
Moving to Bangalore taught me all about petrol bunks, rickshaw drivers' attitudes and lumpen elements.
Trips to Pune in the summer were refreshers on alphonsos.
And now here I am in London, graciously accepting people's apologies when I bump into them with pointy suitcases, and learning to cunningly put into my sentences words like posh, lush, whinge, toff, luvvies, yobs, WAGs and chavs.
(Anyone who wants to get an insight into the English weather-alcohol-sense of humour-class obsession should read an anthropologist's view. )
But despite the newness of my surroundings, things do seem to have turned a full circle. A delicious, sweet, soft, sugar-sprinkled circle. With a hint of nutmeg.
Did I, or did I not start this very blob with a post on pedhas being near, yet so far? And three years later, here I am in South-east London, while Chitale's finest are in an unopened box, cooling their heels in a house in South-west London. A careful courier courteously carried them on Corean Air (bear with me). Now all that is required is planning the drop at a dead letter box. Synchronize your watches, and remember Moscow rules!
Trips to Pune in the summer were refreshers on alphonsos.
And now here I am in London, graciously accepting people's apologies when I bump into them with pointy suitcases, and learning to cunningly put into my sentences words like posh, lush, whinge, toff, luvvies, yobs, WAGs and chavs.
(Anyone who wants to get an insight into the English weather-alcohol-sense of humour-class obsession should read an anthropologist's view. )
But despite the newness of my surroundings, things do seem to have turned a full circle. A delicious, sweet, soft, sugar-sprinkled circle. With a hint of nutmeg.
Did I, or did I not start this very blob with a post on pedhas being near, yet so far? And three years later, here I am in South-east London, while Chitale's finest are in an unopened box, cooling their heels in a house in South-west London. A careful courier courteously carried them on Corean Air (bear with me). Now all that is required is planning the drop at a dead letter box. Synchronize your watches, and remember Moscow rules!
May 20, 2008
'Tis the season to be snaily..
..fa la la..
It's true. May 24th is National Escargot day!
Put on your game face, waddle to the nearest French restaurant, and order Beurre d'escargot, along with a glass of house white.
Divine tasting though it is, I suspect that even my shoe (the tight one that bullies my bunions) slathered in copious amounts of garlic butter would taste as good.
If this post makes me sound annoyingly Frenchified, please to remember that I have in the past suggested a desi leech-ghee stir fry.
And if you are angry about this post, and (though reading this online) are a technophobe, do write to me via snail mail.
It's true. May 24th is National Escargot day!
Put on your game face, waddle to the nearest French restaurant, and order Beurre d'escargot, along with a glass of house white.
Divine tasting though it is, I suspect that even my shoe (the tight one that bullies my bunions) slathered in copious amounts of garlic butter would taste as good.
If this post makes me sound annoyingly Frenchified, please to remember that I have in the past suggested a desi leech-ghee stir fry.
And if you are angry about this post, and (though reading this online) are a technophobe, do write to me via snail mail.
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