Food For Sloth

I've found when I take a picture, I let the camera do all the memory work for me. This is an attempt to re-claim my diluted memories. (And do other stuff.)

The underbelly of a threshold at the royal palace in Jaipur. January 2014. 

The underbelly of a threshold at the royal palace in Jaipur. January 2014. 

A note + gift that was supposed to go to Uma Thurman is now mine. Thanks @parisreview for an amazing year!

A note + gift that was supposed to go to Uma Thurman is now mine. Thanks @parisreview for an amazing year!

Am I the only one who found the cover of this NYTimes mag totally bizarre? Or not so much bizarre as…huh?

Am I the only one who found the cover of this NYTimes mag totally bizarre? Or not so much bizarre as…huh?

Reflection on a construction site on N 7th St #brooklyn

Reflection on a construction site on N 7th St #brooklyn

Up Close and Personal with an Average Chennai Produce Section

I love supermarkets in other countries, especially the produce aisle, because it’s so familiar yet not, hyperlocal culture peeping through a globalized model. Eggplants here are called brinjal, and are about a third of the size of your average American eggplant. (Eggplants are aubergines in the UK. Clearly eggplant is the Rumpelstiltskin of vegetables.)

I had intended to just by a Kit Kat and leave, but was mesmerized by these colors. I locked eyes with a gourd and that was it (you had me at gourd). With the acres of time I have here, I decided to make some sort of half-baked photo essay about all the differences that caught my eye, from the availability of “snake gourds” to Fuji apples that are Limited Too pink. 

Vegetables with cute double names:

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All of the gourds, all of the gourds:

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How odd vegetables sound with the adjective after the noun:

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(Corn, baby!)

Endearingly misspelled:

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(Fun fact: the core of a Jack Furit can be enjoyed as a cocktail nut)

Tropical fruits: 

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Dragon Fruit! I had only ever seen it in Vitamin Water form.

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(I think those are avocados)

These just looked cool:

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Roma and I rendezvoued at a restaurant called Cafe Tryst en route to Pondicherry, and I insisted on ordering mozarella sticks because that’s what people do in India didn’t you know? As predicted, they were rubbery little things and we left a few on the plate before going for a walk. When we came back, this happened:

Inside a Bakery (and a Convenience Store) in Seoul

I know there’s no logic to blogging about Korea while I am in India, but I’m not really known for speediness. It’s taken me about two months to upload these photos onto the computer. 

I walked into this high rise with chrome glass windows and a futuristic etching of a large red bird at its entrance, thinking this would be a good place to use the bathroom (not sure how that logic gelled). Look what I stumbled upon!

That’s when the baker told me I couldn’t take photos, but I wasn’t going to let my only two photos from this place be of willies (spliced, shriveled, edible…), so I snuck in just one more:

A croque monsieur volcano, essentially. The baker was about to kill me so I bought this last one and then photographed: 

An “Olive Boomerang,” which is exactly as it sounds. Bakeries in Korea are such that you pick a tray and a tong, pick up what you want and then pay for all of it together in the end. I can’t be trusted with that kind of self-control. Or this kind: 

The Chivas right above the frozen food section! As an afterthought to those frozen rice cakes, might as well throw some of this in the cart.