How to kill a chicken Part 2: kill it

  It all happened so fast. In my mind I had it planned out precisely: I would choose the chicken, pay homage to the gods and ask to take it’s life,maybe make an offering, build a fire and dance around it, celebrating the circle of life and all that good stuff.Farmers here aren’t sentimental, well,Continue reading “How to kill a chicken Part 2: kill it”

How to Kill a chicken Part 1: Find a chicken

 A while ago my friend had offered to take me to the countryside to get a “gallina india”, one of those chickens that ranges about in the countryside, scratching for food and coming home sometimes to lay eggs. It is about as free-range and organic as you can get and I was determined to killContinue reading “How to Kill a chicken Part 1: Find a chicken”

Comfort Food

Food is a touchy subject anywhere, far from being merely a source of energy and nutrients, it is intricately linked to identity, emotions, feelings of well-being. Every country has its staple food; in India it is rice and dahl, in Germany it is bread and cheese, and here it is Gallo Pinto: essentially rice andContinue reading “Comfort Food”

Be gentle on my curves

“Do you want some tea?” My dad asks. We are sitting in the large kitchen of one of the nunneries, the young novice looking with controlled curiosity at her unlikely guests. My dad is giving me that slight michevious there-is-something-more-to-this-question look and at my prodding mentions, “it’s Tibetan tea”. I still don’t actually know what it meansContinue reading “Be gentle on my curves”

MmmhhmpfYumYumYum…..or also “Dahi Puri”

I think a lot on average. I weigh options and judge outcomes and let my mind wander to random tangents but rarely do I think as much and have such an internal debate as when eating Indian Street food. Well, really when eating only one kind of street food.My thought process generally goes something likeContinue reading “MmmhhmpfYumYumYum…..or also “Dahi Puri””

The Linguistics of a Coconut

I love coconuts. Love them. Up until I came to India I had no idea what a coconut was. Coconuts came shredded in plastic packages or in tetra packs in the form of coconut milk or occasionally in shrivelled brown flaky unappealing balls sold for a ridiculous amount at Safeway. Here they are huge green globulars that are fresh and sweet and juicy andContinue reading “The Linguistics of a Coconut”

Sinking my Teeth into South India Part 3

Dinner “Sarah Lakshmi” the driver asks me in Broken English “What you want? You want Dosa Onion-Dosa Masala Dosa Paper Dosa Butter Dosa Uppadam Tomatoe Uppadam Onion Uppadam Masala Uppadam Idli Puri Vada…” he rattles off the entire South Indian Dinner Menu, seemingly an impressive feat but really not. South Indian Dinner is essentially the sameContinue reading “Sinking my Teeth into South India Part 3”

Sinking my Teeth into South India Part 2

Lunch Feeling a bit like Indiana Jones I hurry down the busy, windy, unorganized street, dodging cars and scooters, jumping over dogs and cow patties one eye on the road and the other on the restaurant I am headed towards. The street is as usual chaos for the eyes, the ears and the nose. MyContinue reading “Sinking my Teeth into South India Part 2”

Sinking my Teeth into South India Part 1

Inevitably I am going to have to write a blog about food and to be honest; I have been postponing it for way too long. Not at all because I don’t like he food here, quite the contrary because I can’t figure out how to write it and how to account for all of theContinue reading “Sinking my Teeth into South India Part 1”