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January 12, 2006
Like a Hot Dog
I don’t often get the hankering for Indian food. Before I went to India it was exotic and not knowing the names for dishes was cute. After eating Indian food for months it became ordinary and then tiresome. Americans have so much variety in the food we eat on a daily bases. I went to eat pizza while I was in India not because I really like pizza but to alleviate the monotony.
Currently in my fridge is paper mashla dosa. It is not exactly the fried dish I hated in India but ever so close. I brought it home to allow my loved ones here in Boston to partake of and then see their reactions. I am guessing that they will all love it. My taste buds may have enjoyed it had it been presented at a different time of day but as a breakfast food I would have to say - no.
Why do I have Indian food at all in my apartment? I think that is because I went to the Natural History Museum today. As I was looking at a bat that I saw at the Bangalore airport I suddenly really wanted Indian food. This bat is not normally the kind of thing that makes you crave food. It had a body the size of a small monkey and a wingspan to match. It looked friendly all stuffed with straw but in when it is flying over your head it is a bit creepy. Vampire movies would try to use this bat and fail because it looks unreal.
So after learning that Sperm Whales have pelvic bones I left to find an Indian restaurant. When I enter Indian restaurants now I just want to start off by saying: “lets just cut the BS buddy. I am a women and I am going to offend you because that is what western women are good at doing. Now please may I …”. I don’t think I will ever do that but my desire to do so most likely means I will not be good at being in the Peace Corps.
I gather just enough Indian food to remind me of where I am at in the world. I sit in front of a church and eat my food all mixed together to make the taste perfect. After finishing my lunch I am struck by two important facts:
1. Still no huge bats-good.
2. I miss adventure but am afraid of making a bad choice.
After returning from the gym two days ago Tami and I saw a skunk. Not the human kind but the smelly kind running under a house. Was that adventure?
Indian food is like hot dogs to me. It is not something I want but not something I won’t eat. At times I crave hot dogs at ball games and on the fourth. At times I crave comfort and adventure at the same time.
This is my last day off until the 19th
But
With the 19th cometh Courtney!
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Hope, when do you leave Boston? If I come March 4th or so, will I get to see you there?
Posted by: tuggy at January 13, 2006 02:50 AM
You like Indian food, because it reminds you of Bob and I ;-) Or at least I hope so.
Posted by: jkrue at January 13, 2006 11:41 PM
That's strange that you posted about that bat we saw because I was just telling my sister about that last night while we watched "Batman Begins."
This may sound really gross, but did you ever get used to the body odor smell in India? I definitely did...and maybe even started liking it. That's embarassing.
I think I will wonder for the rest of my life about how it is possible for two people to spend two months beside each other and have completely different experiences. We must be very complex.
Did you know Jason's married now?
Posted by: angela at January 14, 2006 12:22 PM