I don’t want to remember my past through the foggy and often deceptive lens of my own memory – I know I will forget some things, conveniently mis-interpret the context of others, and forget just what I felt while I was still living the moment. And so, blogging helps. Even if my efforts in that direction are erratic. Because I know I will return to these posts some day, to remember the person I was. And perhaps, to fondly exclaim, “What a time! And oh, what a life!”
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You know a person is a foodie when every time they eat, they eat to discover.
You know a person is the child of a foodie when every time they eat, they eat to remember.
Had dal-baati-churma for dinner. Very nice. Mom made. After some emotional blackmailing from me, because I was fed up of being served sweet dal and watery “shaak” every day by our Gujju cook. When we employed the cook, we were only thinking of the immense “favor” we were doing Mom by relieveing her of kitchen duties. What we hadn’t factored in was the drastic down-sizing effect it would have on meal variety. Because my mom’s one of those foodies who loves to cook: her attention to detail and her infinite patience in getting the “authentic” factor right makes her cooking really exceptional. And right from my growing-up years, I have been used to much variety in my food. So in a typical week, I would be sampling tomato rasam made in the lead “shombhu” (weird utensil that she sourced from some shop in the South, because it imparts such an authentic flavour to the rasam), sindhi kadi [with drumstick and kamal kakdi (lotus stalk) in it, even though we would refuse to eat them], pindi chana (with tea-leaf as an added ingredient), gatte ka saag (recipe straight from our friendly marwari neighbours) and gujju osaman (extremely watery dal with groundnuts thrown in for crunchy effect). Yes, that much variety. I kid you not. Contrast that with our situation today: the only “choice” we really have is between dal (toor / moong) and kadi. Sigh.
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The food talk reminded me of a news article I read about Lady Gaga the other day, which further reminded me that I still hadn’t seen pictures of her in the much-criticized “meat dress”. Yes, I seem to have slept through it all. So I just googled the images. And came across the one below. Question really is, who’s the bigger freak? 
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