I won’t even bother making an excuse this time, but I guarantee you its either because of the education business of excessive chilling that I haven’t written. Many days, multiple foods, some delectable, some I’m still trying to forget. Have I mentioned already that I’m attracted to Nigella Lawson, I get that she is married and has kids and well, that I’m a girl. But really, when I see her on my flat screen, life IS good! Just the way she smothers the tender chicken with her flawlessly manicured nails, and then against the pink of the raw chicken gushes the juice of a bright green lemon, and snippets of brutal red chilies. Its orgasmic, the entire process. I’m not quite sure of my feelings, whether I’m jealous or pleased or miserable. It is depressing, really. I wish I could have that impact on someone, anyone. I think it’s in your stars; my stars seem to be shining in an overcast sky, sigh.
So did I tell you I went to Mcloedganj?! What a beauty, with the mountains, waterfalls, pind boys and everything. Summers are most definitely the worst time to travel; families from all over are all over. But brace yourselves, for I am going to tell you a tale of inspiring food, and this is just as awesome as awesome can get. I have been travelling to the hills since I was tiny, and the one thing I’d concluded was that they had horrible food. But oh, so wrong I was, this trip seemed to wipe out any traces of bad food related memories. We were staying at the Bhagsu Valley Resort, and Vinod bhaia made the most gorgeous food id ever eaten. We had thick aallu paranthas with cubes of butter with each bite, pickled carrots and sour curd! The tea and coffee was intensely sweet but it was holiday time, and so we continued with our consumption. For dinner there was the most delicious home booked chicken with dal and rice and hot rotis. We ventured out a little, but climbing out of our hotel to the road that connected us to the market took us half an hour as the climb was entirely vertical, I’m NOT exaggerating. But then we found Jimmy’s so it was all worth it, we planned put daily departure in a way that we don’t get stalked by the handsome men and we could have lunch at the jolly Jimmys! Such stunning Italian food at even more attractive prices, it was like paradise! I can speak of my chicken in red wine sauce and the other steak like chicken with chunks of tangy tomatoes and mushrooms. Perfectly flavored, not overtly infused with garlic like Big Chill and it was reasonably appealing to the eyes. the waiter who took our order was more stunned than delighted to have 8 girls who ate so much. Our last day there, we tried the pizzas at the monastery’s café. What wafer thins crusts! I’d gone there previously with my family, and the taste was still in my subconscious mind, and if I tried hard enough I could sometimes feel the flavors in my mind. Im so glad I ate there again, I don’t have to go back in time now, I still do in a way, but then that’s fairly recent. Also for desert we ate chocolate pancakes, with bananas. Lets just keep it at that.
I'm too sleepy now, I’ll write about the famous HCF tomorrow. Bonne nuit!
