I thought I was a world-class foodie, but I seem to have met my match with my grandmother. Literally, that’s all she thinks about.
I Skype home just about every day, and all she adds to the conversation is what she cooked for the day. Now that I think about it, I think that whenever I would call India, she would only talk about what she had for breakfast. Hmm…
Anyway, between the Sev Puri and Gobi Manchurian and “Egg Pepper Dry” and all the food my grandmother actually cooks, I may gain another round of the freshmen fifteen. Joy.
Maybe I should start exercising. Maybe.
-May 29th
My grandma is the same way! And when someone is coming to India, she stocks up for WEEKS with food to send back.
ReplyDeleteAnd the airport officials target brown people, not for bad things, but for the pickle and jalebi and papad and all the other delicious things they try to bring back to America. Sigh!