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Monday, February 11, 2008

Sunday Family Fun Day #1

Cinnamon, Raisin, Banana waffles with Strawberries on top!Sahana lounging in the sun. This is her usual bathing suit.Albert, the Spanish Sex Symbol.Whaaaaaat?

It was a beautiful day on Sunday. Albert, Sahana and I had an amazingly American-style experience starting with waffles and omeletes in the morning (The Yellow Brick Road restaurant in the Taj Ambassador Hotel near Khan Market), cheeseburgers by the pool for lunch (Aqua at The Park near Connaught Place), and sushi for dinner (Tabula Rasa in Square One Mall, Saket). It’s nice to be a high-roller and blow off the usual Delhi life-style for awhile… :)

posted by Jesse at 2:10 pm  

Saturday, December 1, 2007

Happy Birthday, Sam!

Yesterday was Saumya’s birthday, so I took her to a very nice (“excellent” according to her) dinner at the Italian restaurant in the Hyatt. We had some amazing food, good wine, and a lot of fun, though we did get a little carried away with our photo shoot in front of the water pools and sexy naked statue… Check out some random video from dinner (if you’re bored).

posted by Jesse at 10:55 am  

Monday, October 15, 2007

The Omelwhich

When it comes to cooking I’d rather not. Inspired by Zuko’s recent visit, though, I have taken it upon myself to do more cooking for… myself. Aaaaaaannnnd the occasional unsuspecting guest. However! On this fine night (and the weather is damned fine, now ain’t it?) I was not so fortunate to be accompanied by another brave soul on my culinary campaign. OH! and what a shame it was because I actually made something edible. Not only that, it was quite tasty. And I do mean “quite.”

Yes, I am going to elaborate.

The Omelwhich, as the bigger-brained of you may have caught on to, is a fancy linguistic blend of “omelet” and “sandwhich”, and includes all parts of both. The paradox of this… situation… is that the “omelet” is in fact the innards of the “sandwhich”. This creates a symbiotic dependency that begs the question: Can the omelet survive without the protective layer of sandwhich bread, and can the sandwhich as a whole survive without the omelet filling? I did not get to test these important questions tonight.

What I can say for sure is that the Omelwhich, at least in the form I encountered it, is one impressive meal. Here’s how it’s done:

2 eggs
1/2 small tomato, cut into cubes
~4-5 small pieces of garlic clove (more or less to taste), smashed
1 tbsp of coriander
More than a dash of pepper
2 slices of wholesome bread (your choice)
1 tbsp of mayonnaise
1 tsp of yellow mustard

Beat the eggs and then mix everything together in a bowl except the bread, mayo, and mustard (duh). Pour the mixture onto a metal cooking device. I used a big flat thing Zuko bought that’s sorta like a pan but not really. Cook the omelet by waiting for one side to complete, and then folding it over itself. Don’t burn it, or it will taste bad. I’m just trying to be thorough here.

This is clutch! When the omelet is almost done, pop the bread in the toaster. If you don’t have a toaster, ask yourself why. Everyone has a freakin’ toaster. Spread the mayo on both sides of the bread (or maybe only one side if you don’t like mayo). Use about half as much mustard as mayo or whatever. Put the omelet on the bread, and press it all together.

Voila, Omelwhich! Great for breakfast, brunch, lunch, snack, or dinner (not really recommended for dessert). Enjoy!

posted by Jesse at 10:49 am  

Monday, September 10, 2007

Viva La Comida! (from Zuko’s Blog)

Ahhh… if there’s one thing that is definitely missing from the India experience it’s good Tex/Mex. Once Zuko brought up burrito night I knew I had been craving it for months. Making our own tortilla chips and salsa isn’t easy, but damn is it worth it! We plan to have many more of these nights before he leaves.

¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba!

posted by Jesse at 11:05 am  

Monday, July 16, 2007

Roadside Mango Shake for the White People

From Mango Shake

Yes, we played a dangerous game. You could say we were playing with fire. Gut-wrenching, stomach-churning fire. In the end we didn’t get sick. We didn’t even break a sweat. We are truly… Indians.

posted by Jesse at 1:00 pm  
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