India, a food haven

Back from India, well-fed and constipated. Too much of anything is never good, and such is true to flour, potatoes, lentils and chick peas.

But you put another plate of India food in front of me and I will still gobble it down with pleasure. Somehow, the Indians have managed to make everything tastes yummy.

Their bread, oh their bread. I can eat a naan every day and still not eat the same thing twice for a month. They have a hundred ways to make bread and every one of them taste delightful.

Their claypot bryani is moist and bursting with flavors. Their mutton (and yes, I don’t eat mutton) melts in the mouth. Their cottage cheese is another heavenly creation. It does not taste like cheese at all. I thought it was tofu until 2 days later.

Masala is huge in north Indian food. There is masala in everything – masala chicken, masala fish, masala tea, masala pickle, masala dips, masala chips and every other edible item that can be flavored. They even put masala in their Pepsi, and it taste damn good.
The two little complaints I have is their lack of caffeine and lack of greens. Coffee tastes like milk tea with too much sugar. Even cappuccino tastes like milk tea with extra sugar. The Indian palette is a little on the extreme; extremely spicy or extremely sweet, nothing in the middle.

The favorite Indian food colour – yellow, orange and red. Green is jarringly rare. Green leafy vegetables are not a staple in the Indian diet. Beans are their definition of a vegetarian diet. Any greens, if any, comes out looking dead and yellow.