Monthly Archives: October 2016

Fascinating Food for the pretentious soul

We were sipping Iced Tea at one of those organic cafe’s and I was unsure if He was right for me- it was only when he asked me out for Rasam that I thought “HE IS THE ONE”. Had he suggested kale chips with an avocado dip and quinoa salad- we would not have had a second date.

I am trying to say that I am not comfortable with fancy flair when none is needed- especially when it comes to basic food. Don’t get me wrong I love what many chefs do, the micro chemistry magic they do with their molecular gastronomy- the wafer that look like a banana and the bread that has trapped the soul of beet root and dill…its very … fascinating. Yes! I said fascinating ( that is what we say when we want to say ‘This screwed up logic needs a therapist but we can’t say it so we say fascinating). However, most of the chefs that use local produce to create new things are innovating but there is a new breed of super expensive foods that may lack taste but don’t lack tact.

Pumped by some invisible marketing machine, foods seems to have a short time at the super food shelf. I am amazed that almost all ingredients that have been easily available and  traditionally consumed for decades have been shunned for being bad carbs, unhealthy fats, unnecessary sugar. Instead we have difficult to pronounce, never -before-seen products that seem to be the only savior from everything form cancer to constipation. Suddenly, the only way to be healthy is to eat Chia seeds with Palm fruit oil and a grain that you can not pronounce!  I understand that we have globalized our food plate and we can choose nutrition from all over the world but is that why we are consuming too many New things?

There must be a correlation of the super expensive, wholefood, organic cafes and the number of Instagram accounts because I don’t think that there are as many photos of people as there are photos of sliced avocado over salad. Few days ago I Read an article that talked of the  evils of hipster cafesI have seen young people order smashed avocado with crumbled feta on five-grain toasted bread at $22 a pop and more… But how can young people afford to eat like this?  Twenty-two dollars several times a week could go towards a deposit on a house.

I used to love my Grande Starbucks( why Short, Tall, Grande, Venti and Trenta just say S,M,L,XL,ADDICT) but then I counted that I was spending at least AED 20 a day on almost everyday- which was AED 600 a month and that converted a return ticket from Dubai to India/Thailand/Georgia/Oman and many other wonderful places that I wanted to go to but never had the money to. So I decided to quit, I bought two tumblers (Grande and Venti)and made my own coffe/tea and carried it with me. To answer the question that you must have thought of- No, I am not writing from Thailand. But I did save money and I am drinking lot less coffee.

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Nothing is Fabulous anymore…is it?

Nowadays you can go anywhere in the world in a few hours, and nothing is fabulous any more- RD

How true I thought. Few days ago while talking about our grandmothers me and my husband (and more people who had grandmothers) said that they had a talkative generation, loved story telling. Also, they were amazed when they saw a club, a car, dancing because it was a shocking way to live ones life- totally opposite of how they were raised and how they imagined life to be. In the middle of that conversation someone said- they had ACs in every room in 1960, when most places did not even have electricity in India, they had AC. to which i remarked- yes but i don’t remember when i saw AC for the first time- there must have been a first time  but i don’t remember it. because it was not fabulous, it was just another thing in the house.

And this convenience of commodities has seriously diminished (not killed) the joy of being awestruck. I remember my grandfather telling us stories of how his father had a radio, it was kept out of their reach and they waited to be alone with the marvel machine so that they could touch the glorious machine that had music and news. I look at my one year old- there is absolutely no such thing in the house, or our lives that she can NOT touch. I wonder if we are raising her to be absolutely comfortable in her house or if we are just not discipline her enough. But I can always digress to introspect my parenting skill…focusing on the though of  how things are not fabulous anymore


I look at the words we use now a days, everything is AWESOME!!! yes with as many as three exclamations. Is there a reason why my social media news feed features updates of MIND BLOWING soups, AMAZING naps, KILLER discounts? I wonder how was your mid blown with an ice creme? I can understand that they can be truly delicious, but does it actually do more? Do enough to say that it blew your mind? There must be some moments that really, truly add perspective to our life, that motivate us, or bring a new sense of thrill/joy/happiness/joy/shame….something. It seems that collective lack of vocabulary and an obsessive need to experience everything in a superlative mode has made everything stupendous.

So I sit and wonder when was the last time something truly amazing blew my mind. Having a child  and seeing her grow has many moments, but they are personal and incomparable, so I will try to recall memories other than those of my daughter smiling or walking or shushing me.

There was this one time, while driving from Mumbai to Goa, early morning we landed at a beach- it was empty and there was a beautiful twilight. There was no one there and it was divine- like God herself photo shopped the visual.

The first time I dived, breathing under water, seeing those magnificent creatures – it was magical.

There was a government notice board in Bhutan, it stated that the monastery was constructed by an Indian hermit who flew on a tigress for constructions. Since everyone considered it to be a valid method for developing real estate at mountain cliff – I was amazed.
 

And most recently, I saw my father’s eye shine… he was trying to chase my daughter. there was nothing extraordinary in that play session but I saw a shine in his eyes that transcended happiness and joy.

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