Cinny, our cat, gave us a couple of heart attacks this week. It’s been pretty warm in San Diego and since we don’t have an AC in our apartment, we’ve been leaving the doors open – of course our screen doors were closed, or so we thought! We search around the house in a panic and there is no sign of Cinny. Finally we shook her treats and just made a ton of noise. We hoped she was hungry for treats. Soon we hear a meow from outside the front door. Mind you this is an exclusively indoor cat. The only outdoor time she’s ever had in the entire decade she’s been alive has been on a balcony.
We’ve been on a bit of a hiatus lately with Indiaphile, but I’m always thinking about posting. But it was this recipe for No-Churn Mango Swirl Ice Cream that got me really excited to post again. It uses condensed milk and whipping cream to create a rich base and the classic mango rus or pulp to give it that extra flavor of mango.
When I was in my late teens, I worked for a bakery in downtown Disney. The bakery sold a caramelized onion and feta tart that was simply divine. That job did not work out for me and I quit within a month, but I never forgot the taste of that tart. I tried to look up recipes for a similar tart but most of the online versions didn’t taste the same. I made some with egg and that wasn’t right. I knew that what I wanted was a lot simpler than that.
This weekend I celebrated Holi in the US for the first time. You know how there are those things that you always want to do but somehow it just never works out? For years I’ve completely missed Holi, each time realizing days later that I had overlooked it yet again! This year, I was thrilled to be able to smear color all over Steve’s face and cover his hair in patches of green and yellow!
January is over and that diet Puja and I were on is finally over. It was a tough 30 days, but we are pretty happy with our results. I lost nearly 15 pounds last month.
I’m not going to say we ate perfectly every day, but we did stick to it pretty close to 100%, eating almost entirely a fruit and vegetable diet, eggs, zero bread and healthy oils, no processed foods. So of course we pigged out on Super Bowl Sunday!
The Super Bowl is coming up already. That means it’s about time for one of my favorite things… Chicken Wings!
I went to lunch with a couple of my co-workers on Friday and the conversation eventually ended up at football, as it so often does. They started talking about their Super Bowl plans and I, oblivious as always about the game, asked when is it and who’s playing? My silly question got me laughed at pretty hard because it is only a week away. How could I not know know is playing?
What are your designs for 2015? Puja and I are jumping into the weight loss thing. It seems like every year we gain a few more pounds over the previous year, lose it, then over the course of the year gain it back with a couple of extra pounds to boot.
We have finally become motivated to do something about it (again). This time we are (loosely) basing our diet on the whole30 diet, but with a lot of our own personalizations. Over the years, the diet that has always worked best for me can sound a little extreme. But I find it really easy to follow because I get to eat a lot, whenever I’m hungry. Why? Because no matter how many vegetables you eat, you will get full before you consume too many calories. But that’s an oversimplification. I eat a lot of fruits and nuts too. Eating constantly (and avoiding sugar) staves of hunger and cravings.
Cookies are my favorite thing about the holidays. I love to bake them and share them with friends and family. This year I almost didn’t get around to the holiday baking though. Since we spend Thanksgiving and the two following weeks in India, it didn’t even feel like the holidays to me.
“What has been your favorite part of India so far?” a friend of Puja’s asked me over dinner at an Italian restaurant in Mumbai.
An innocent question, but essentially unanswerable. We had been in Mumbai nearly a week and crammed so much into each day. A million things came to mind, Elephanta Caves, or riding the rickshaws, or “seeing where Puja grew up,” but I didn’t answer any of these. I barely hesitated. “The animals,” I said. I knew it wasn’t the sort of response she was looking for. And I had tried to think of something better but stopped myself. I’m the same guy who only days earlier had told a Bollywood radio program host that no, I don’t really like Bollywood music. Sorry. She had asked.