Today is my grandmother’s birthday. (It’s also Daniel Racliffe’s birthday. Clearly, my HP obsession does not seem to be dying down.)
My grandmother turned 66. According to my grandmother, however, this birthday means that she has completed 66 years and is now “67 running.” (I quite like that logic. Because doesn’t that mean I’m technically 21-running? Anyway, between messed up birth certificates and these crazy ways of counting birthdays, I don’t think anyone here knows how old they actually are.)
We decided to go to the Bangalore Club for a celebration buffet-lunch style.
The food was great. But even though it was a buffet lunch, I was served half of the food-items; the service industry here really puts an emphasis on the service. I went up to the buffet line to get a plate of food, and after serving a few curries on my plate, I was told to sit down. A waiter then came and started bringing plates of parathas and rice and other dishes.
I thought the point of a buffet was that you didn’t need waitstaff?
Anyway, the food was delicious. And beetween the chocolate mousse and corn-spinach au gratin, the pudina vegetables and parathas and paneer curry, the different pulavs and curd rice, I am extremely full. But this eating-huge-meals-for-birthday-parties-and-wedding-receptions-every-single-week business, while extremely tasty, is definitely not doing wonders to my health.
-July 23rd
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