Vegetable Pakora – Little balls of vegetable & spice joy to fill the tummies of friends (no matter their dietary restriction).
The ancient spice of kings for your chicken.
Returning from India to dive right into inaugural planting at my local community garden – followed by an eggplant tomato curry to warm up after the rain.
Today I declared a strike on me doing anything or attempting to do anything in Goa. At noon I left the hotel in a sundress (rebel!) and walked to Cafe Coffee Day to have an Americano and maybe read the paper. The paper was very informative. Goa was closed yesterday? No way I didn't notice … Read more
Today the price of petrol went up and everywhere that was previously open went on strike and closed. Leaving literally nothing open but a few stalwart tourist cantinas scattered across all of North Goa. My brilliant plan for the day was to start at the Northernmost point of Goa at Tiracol Fort and work my … Read more
Santana the cabana boy is now my best friend providing me with the facts of his life story in exchange for my 100 rupees per day chair rental. Business at the beach is slow and he feels I need protecting from all the possible dangers the sandy shore of Candolim Beach, Goa could wash up … Read more
Today I caused a scene in the lobby of the Phoenix Park Inn Resort. At the end of it I was storming out with my luggage and they were offering me everything free that pissed me off in the first place – but it was too little too late. Ironically, the only reason I am … Read more
Someone closed paradise and forgot to do a final check of the aisles. As there are a few of us left in this fishbowl swimming in circles between the hotel and beach with no where else to go. I tried to go to three recommended restaurants tonight – not because I wanted to go to … Read more
So the thing about Goa now is it is off-season. The benefit – no crowds and theoretically lower prices. The downside – I am a beacon of white light illuminating everywhere I traverse. My entry onto Candolim Beach started a turf war between the cabana man and the jewelry seller ladies over my non-existent American … Read more
As I gazed out the window over the waters of Goa ignoring the jerky brake technique of my driver – trying to find some semblance of my inner flow I lost at exactly 11:11 am this morning and not get whiplash – I realized something. Mumbai has no cows. And that is what is wrong … Read more