In the upcoming weeks… 3 and a half to be precise, I will be engaging in something quite extraordinary. I will be doing a 21 day road trip in Africa, starting from Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe right down to Cape Town in South Africa.
Yes! Yes! I know it isnt Indian Independence day; but this was a post that got lost amidst a whole lot of other things. I am often scared to try out indian recipes, only because I find them so long and the process of things seem never-ending. Dont get me wrong.. I LOVE indian food.. I mean i absolutely HEART IT! But its easier to eat than to cook it.
Its been everywhere, and I’m not sure when the fig season is but I cant go past a crate of the juicy purplish little drop-shaped fruits without picking a few. There have been times when I have been tempted to pop one of those little things right into my mouth, but my mommy taught me better; so no fruit goes into my mouth without being washed.
“So what is pot luck?” I’hve had a few people come up and ask me that; I was under the impression that it was a common term, but apparently it isnt. To put it quite simply, it is a foodie’s haven and a retreat for the insane food blogger. What usually happens is that one person volunteers to host a gathering of the masses and the rest of us hungry animals bring in one caracass to the dinner table, and then.. we FEAST!
Nepal- *a deep breath in.. and a deep breath out* This post has been Marinating for far too long and now its time to serve. Not sure where to begin, but lets do it from the top.
*Screeeech* touchdown at Kathmandu airport; there was more anxiety in me than the plane could hold. I was with my friend Mat, who had never been here before and his brains were infused and baked with all the excitement from my last time around. After a ride of giggles and a few shenanigans the hostess bid us adieu with a funny smirk and a wink; we were of course the only chirpy ones on the plane who were in fits of laughter throughout the ride.
In actuality I think that was my body’s mechanism to hide the fact that I was a tad bit nervous; nervous about whether it had changed much and whether it would be like I described it. I had painted a fun, rustic, colorful, and culture saturated picture for Mat and I was hoping real hard that it remained that way. The last time around I came in April (the peak season) it was slightly cooler and dry. But this last minute trip had us flying in at the end of August – RAINY SEASON. Hadn’t realized it until after I booked my flight and after 2 nights of panicking and making calls, I was informed by some birdies that the rains were just vanishing and that I hadn’t to worry and that all the adventure sports I was keen to do were all going on; and now here we were in Kathmandu!
