Andy informed me that the last two posts were "kinda negative" and that they "aren't going to convince anyone to come visit us" so here are two things that made me quite happy yesterday.
First, I went into the bazaar by myself. Well, the little guy was with me of course, but Andy wasn't. AND I was wearing my skinny jeans. So I was both immodest and by myself. Nothing happened. People starred but people always stare. No harassment, no uncomfortable situations and no men pinching my rump. No surprise! I really feel like we were so warned about this because of India's history of modest women. But fashion for women has kept up with the times. It is very unlikely that I am going to be harassed for what I am wearing. Besides, people could not have cared less about me, they all wanted to talk to Oliver! It was quite a nice trip in and out and I felt like now there are so many more opportunities for me to handle things by myself and not have to wait for Andy to be available. Hurrah!
Second, I baked blueberry crisp last night. My blueberry season was truncated by my summer departure from the midwest. I have been craving berries like nothing else. We have been told that we will have strawberries this winter, but no blueberries. Heartbroken, I felt like I was going to have to wait a full year to have my delicious blues once more. That is, until I walked into our mountain-top grocery store and saw one can of blueberry pie filling sitting there all alone on the shelf. I scooped it up. I didn't look at the sugar content, or the price, I didn't care! It is quite likely that I was holding the only blueberries in all of India. I got rung up and *ouch*, the equivalent of $7.00 was needed to pay for this one can. I handed over the rupees gladly. I read the back of the can when I got home: Oy! This can was from Michigan! I can't bear to think of the carbon footprint this one can of pie filling has. I made a gluten-free crumble topping and sprinkled it on my blueberries, waited 40 minutes and then....warm, gooey blueberry goodness. It's nearly gone this morning. We saved one very narrow row for us to enjoy today. It was heaven. I would gladly pay 350 rupees again for this experience.
So, come and visit! I can confidently escort you into the bazaar and bake you one very-pricey fruit crisp! If that doesn't make you want to book a ticket, I really don't know what will! xo
First, I went into the bazaar by myself. Well, the little guy was with me of course, but Andy wasn't. AND I was wearing my skinny jeans. So I was both immodest and by myself. Nothing happened. People starred but people always stare. No harassment, no uncomfortable situations and no men pinching my rump. No surprise! I really feel like we were so warned about this because of India's history of modest women. But fashion for women has kept up with the times. It is very unlikely that I am going to be harassed for what I am wearing. Besides, people could not have cared less about me, they all wanted to talk to Oliver! It was quite a nice trip in and out and I felt like now there are so many more opportunities for me to handle things by myself and not have to wait for Andy to be available. Hurrah!
Second, I baked blueberry crisp last night. My blueberry season was truncated by my summer departure from the midwest. I have been craving berries like nothing else. We have been told that we will have strawberries this winter, but no blueberries. Heartbroken, I felt like I was going to have to wait a full year to have my delicious blues once more. That is, until I walked into our mountain-top grocery store and saw one can of blueberry pie filling sitting there all alone on the shelf. I scooped it up. I didn't look at the sugar content, or the price, I didn't care! It is quite likely that I was holding the only blueberries in all of India. I got rung up and *ouch*, the equivalent of $7.00 was needed to pay for this one can. I handed over the rupees gladly. I read the back of the can when I got home: Oy! This can was from Michigan! I can't bear to think of the carbon footprint this one can of pie filling has. I made a gluten-free crumble topping and sprinkled it on my blueberries, waited 40 minutes and then....warm, gooey blueberry goodness. It's nearly gone this morning. We saved one very narrow row for us to enjoy today. It was heaven. I would gladly pay 350 rupees again for this experience.
So, come and visit! I can confidently escort you into the bazaar and bake you one very-pricey fruit crisp! If that doesn't make you want to book a ticket, I really don't know what will! xo
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