I also tasted a dish whose name also escapes me because it sounded like the one above, it was comprised of chick peas, & lots of onions, which is a given in Indian food. I never noticed how much onion they use in this cuisine until coming here, man they put onions in EVERYTHING! They put them on the side too in little baggies. I do like them pickled, definitely a new taste sensation, but not for the faint of heart.
The latter part of my day was a far cry from the way it started. I was at the temporary guest house & Sagar picked me up about 9:30. He was the first person I met here & I had grown quite fond & quite attached to him There wasn’t any place, or any fact about this town he didn’t know. I am basically a homing pigeon, I have an excellent sense of direction & usually if I’ve been some place once & was paying attention, I can get there again unaided. But he never seemed to take the same way twice so my bearings were sadly off. Anywho, it’s 9 AM, I have finished my yoga practice with just enough time to jump into the oh yeah, not the shower but into taking a bucket bath, then have breakfast. I get a surprise visit from someone from The Office informing me there was a cab waiting! What & where was my beloved Sagar?????!!!!!!! Now I thought I had another 30-40 minutes before leaving as my class wasn’t until 10 & it took about 15-20 minutes to get there depending on traffic. I could do an entire blog on Delhi traffic & the traffic jams. I didn’t listen to any radio while here but could just imagine the traffic report if there is one: “on the street that goes straight then curves left then goes straight in the South Delhi area, there is a brown & white cow blocking the ‘flow’ oh oh, my sources say the cows have moved over to the side restoring the ‘flow’ of traffic.”
Ooh I digress big time, so. A surprise visit telling me a cab was waiting, but since I hadn’t had breakfast or my tea [man Indian tea is good!] the cabbie was gonna have to wait. At 9:30, pissed off, he told me I had 1 minute & he was leaving. I said ‘phfftz!’ & preceded on with my business, I wasn’t pressed in the least, this was The Office’s mess, let them deal with it. When the man from The Office first came, he explained why Sagar wasn’t there but I didn’t understand the explanation because I was still trying my darndest to decipher English spoken with rolling rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs. [Wow, now I’m acclimated to it but in the beginning, aw man].
After another 10 minutes putting the time at 9:40, I was told the cabbie was there. I thought brothaman had left so I really wasn’t pressed & enjoyed my Chai tea.
When I did appear ooh man he was hotter than an Indian summer & in VERY clear English told me he was none too pleased. This after I bumped my head getting into his cab, greatly amusing an insolently staring female passerby. “I have been waiting since 9:00, 45 minutes for you!!!” I very calmly replied, “sir, I am sorry you are annoyed but I had no idea you were there since 9 & no one told me the plans were changed until then. Oh brothaman was in his pee-ohed flow & continued to riff. The calmer I was, the more perturbed he became, & at one point tried to charge me a ‘waiting’ fee! Ever ever so calmly so the ‘Crown Heights Brooklyn’ in me didn’t emerge I said, “you’re going to have to call The Office & take that up with them sir.” Pffstz! was the mode I was in & when I get like that you can forget it. Hell, I even got some good cow-on-the-road pix afterward, LOL!