Today, our cook wasn’t supposed to come, but she arrived with her son around 4pm with a bag and a dabba, which is an Indian-style tiffin carrier, with several layered containers that come apart, each filled with different cooked foods. Continue reading
Josh and I went for a walk, and when we got to the field after crossing the train tracks, we saw some women, men and children working in the field. It seemed they were harvesting. One women motioned me to come and offered me some of what they were harvesting. They were some kind of beans in a skinny green pod. She gave me a bunch and I put them in my bag. Josh and I continued our walk and I wished I had taken some photos of the moment. Continue reading
I wanted to make hummus, so I asked Shekhar if I could get sesame paste (tahini) here in rural India. He said no, only sesame seeds. So I decided to learn how to make my own tahini (via the master of knowledge, Google).
One of the things I am loving about India, (and this area in particular) is how fresh the food is. There is only one “grocery” store, no chains, and produce markets and stands everywhere, so all the cooking is organic and fresh without even trying. At the shop next door you order spices and they give you the amount you want wrapped in a piece of paper. Continue reading
My first attempt at using my Nutribullet in India was a failure, but after getting a voltage stabilizer, my smoothie game has resumed. I used fresh ingredients from the market to make this delicious cucumber papaya smoothie. Continue reading
Settling down anywhere is expensive and lots of work. We are having lots of expenses, especially fixing up the house we are renting. (In America, we would never rent such a run-down place, but this is what we are doing). Our rent is crazy cheap compared to the rent in the US, but the house needs A LOT of work that the landlord won’t provide. Apparently, it is not accustomed for the landlord in India to provide much; you get what you see, and if you need anything else, you have to provide it yourself. And we didn’t get much. We got a run down old little house, with no appliances, no furniture, an eastern toilet, really old and broken windows, dust accumulated for years, and a leaking roof. Don’t let me forget to mention that the house is about 100 feet from the very active train tracks. Continue reading