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Masala Vibes

 



Us friends hit the town for a quick meal  on a day so crisp it could double as a potato chip. Sunshine, a pinkish sky ,great vibes in the air ! 


Post-ordering, still on an India trip mentally, my brain went full-on foodie. Reminiscing about kheer, pedha, barfi – the all time favourites and then, the fusion dessert  madness:

 boondi-custard, ghevar doughnut, gulab jamun cake – it's like my taste buds took a Bollywood dance class!


And let's not forget the ice cream scene – guava ice cream with a side of salt and chili, because who needs seeds anyway? Gulkand ice cream's riding the popularity wave too!


Observing people order and eat in a restaurant is like watching a culinary circus. You've got the daredevils dunking pav bhaji with such gusto; the slithery sound is practically a horror movie soundtrack – "eeeeeks"! Then, enter the cleanliness squad, armed with sanitizers, treating their hands like they're about to perform surgery on a salad.



And oh, the picky eaters, sticking to salads like they're on a leafy-green mission.  The raita and dips scene in India has gone from mild to wild – 

Blimee the variety is un-ending!

 Tried 'saffron raita' , which tasted like shrikhand on a sugar strike, or shrikhand for the sugar-shy.!! 


Now, the beany salads, protein-rich item but practically gassy grenades waiting to explode! And don't get me started on the diet devotees – Diwekar, Dixit, blood group enthusiasts, alkaline acrobats, and the occasional fasting warriors. I'm still pondering the digestive gymnastics of a plate of dhokla in an A+ blood group person versus an O-ve individual. Digestive drama, anyone?



Indian chefs have unleashed a spicy revolution in the world cuisine by adding tadka and masala to everything.Who needs bland when you can have a masala fiesta?


Couldn't resist the foodie tug-of-war between India and the UK! The Biryani at Marriott played hide-and-seek with flavours, while Dishoom's version declared victory in the taste showdown!

चक्क काना मागून आली आणि तिखट झाली!

(Translation:Started late but is more popular than the original version)

Hehehehe


Hilarious gastronomic journey, but hey, laughter and good food make any trip unforgettable!

Don't they?...



MKP

2/2/24







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