Hello, all you sparkly people!
I wouldn’t even bother giving an explanation this time. Its just the rains and, well like I said I shall not give any lame reason! So many foods, I must share it all J
First off, the divine patisserie L’opera at Khan market. It was a stifling summer afternoon, and my cousin from Jaipur was visiting. We met a friend of hers who was on a severe diet that only allowed her to eat half a subway sandwich for one meal. So 3 inches of roast chicken in lousy bread with the most unappetizing sauces for concession because lets face it mayonnaise is a synonym for FAT. And being the insensitive jerks that we are, there we were sitting next to her, helping ourselves to sweet almond bread and cream filled macaroons! Overpriced as any other eatery in the snobbish locality, this one had all the right flavors and textures. Not too sweet like everyone’s favorite Big Chill or soggy like the less elite Maxims, they meant business and we could tell. It was a ridiculous 180 Rupees for 3 baby macaroons, but id be lying if id say they weren’t worth every penny. The almond bread was consumed only because it was the cheapest, and generally I always go in for the fancier desert, but simplicity paid off. It was moist and chewy and I loved how serious we got when we got down to eating, there was no talking; only savoring every second of the slice of glory. Next on our plates came this caramel-cream-éclair-only not éclair sort of dessert, it wasn’t sweet or salty. It was a not-so-sweet version of caramel with a flaky pastry that had the most exquisite taste. I swear we were dazed for a while after, it was actually that good, and the best part? I hadn’t even eaten any chocolate!
For me, Big Chill is less Italian and more comfort food. So earlier this week (this isn’t in chronology by the way) when I was torn between pain and resentment, I decided that the only thing that would make me chirpy again would be cheese + garlic + bacon! Penne with Gouda and pepperoni (172), happier days, check! But tell me why I need to pay 800 bucks for that and a glass of coke? Don’t worry, I didn’t go alone, I wasn’t THAT depressed! But seriously, I feel like all my money goes in eating, and I admit it’s a little pissing off. Also I’m becoming fat! I feel overjoyed every time I touch my ‘love handles’ why are they called that anyway? And believe me you, its not love.
Have I ever told you about Mama? Okay! So they are my favorite noodles in the world. I love noodles, sometimes I merely eat noodles cause I enjoy them so much, my friends think I’m demented, but I don’t take offence, cause baby I get my cheap Indian chowmein! But Mama noodles are Thai flavored, 2 minute noodles and with coriander and a squirt of lemon its just like what feels like Lady Gaga food!
Okay, have to run away now. Ill be back :P
