We live about 100 feet from the train tracks. Trains come about every hour , which we don’t really mind during the day, but as you can imagine it is not very pleasant at night, AT ALL. Josh almost lives with earplugs, but if I sleep with them, I wake up with a headache. Continue reading
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