Who needs a supermarket?

Corner store, redefined

Most of my daily needs are met by small-time bodegas scattered throughout neighborhoods. The above shot comes from a strip of road between Darjeeling and Ghoom.

It’s like this in much of the developing world, where supermarkets and giant shopping centers are still a very new concept.

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Fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh…

You are what you eat?

In India, I frequently have access to more varied and fresh fruits, because the distribution system is often door-to-door or block-by-block via fruit wallahs.

Here is some nice papaya that we had for breakfast a few weeks back. My (sadly, now ex-) roommate Rachel liked a lot of fresh fruit. I joined the fray now and then with pineapple, lemons, oranges, bananas and (while I’m diving here in Pondicherry) Granny Smith apples.

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Copper pot, color kitchen

Just pretty. That's all

Lonely chairs in the Tibetan roadside restaurant we visited in Darjeeling.

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Tibetan kitchen is a family affair

Our tour of Darjeeling was snared by a regular road closure that trapped us in a mountain traffic jam. Perfect Indian excuse for a lunch break.

We ventured to a small Tibetan restaurant where we proceeded to devour steamed vegetable momos and aloo parathas and sweet lemon tea. The whole operation was run out of a cramped kitchen (above) where mom and daughters molded momos (also below) and rolled bread.

Outside, the charismatic papa heckled customers (all of us), refused to serve them tea before lunch (me) and hollered ever-growing food orders (ours) through the door. Pops was absolutely delightful, laughed at my Hindi, and enthusiastically explained (still in Hindi) how to make his lemon tea.

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Saturday night kebab lights

Sparks fly from the charcoal grill on a busy Saturday night

I continued my research on the best chicken tikka roll in India this Saturday night. A new friend led me to Arabian Delights in Defence Colony Market, which she swears by, it was closed by the time we got there; thankfully, Colonel’s Kebabs around the corner was happy for our business.

The Colonel does a decent job (see below); we devoured our food and sipped Hoegaarden illicitly in the parking lot — a great cap to the evening —  but my Khan Market kebabwallah remains on top.

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Old Bay and my domestic Indian lifestyle

And some of you laughed at me for bringing along Old Bay

And some of you laughed when I brought along Old Bay

I love photos of domestic settings. There are so many little details to absorb. The one above, though not particularly stunning, is my kitchen.

At the time, I was making some noodle “curry.” The dented can of Old Bay Seasoning, the best salt on the face of this planet, was one of the many things I carried here in my overstuffed backpack. Thank God.

Though I’ve been traipsing about the world, as you’ll see below, I do lead a rather domestic life from time to time.

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I could do with a peach

I miss...

I miss...

It was a very spring-like day in Delhi. Makes me want to sit out on the back porch and cut up a fresh peach.

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