Thanks to Apoorva, I discovered the surroundings of Thirthahalli, a countryside city. There is no wine, no cheese there, but good vibrations! Western Ghats still, great nature, a farm to take care of, some camp fire trips, a simple but well equipped kitchen to experiment Indian cooking. What else do I need? :-) So, in the list of the exotic food I am able to cook now are: rotti, chapati, how to use chilli, prepare rice flakes and choose a good coconut!
Lunch time in a small canteen...
Simple, healthy and tasty food: masala dosa, a slighty spicy thali with coconut and cucumber chutney, on a banana leaf that you wash on the table before eating, an old man, with a perfect round and firm belly, broken but still useful glasses on the nose, smiling at you while asking "more rice? another puri?". And the metal baby glass of light pink milky and sweet tea... hmmmmm... The updated newspaper liing around. :-)
Food is part of life, food is what you are made of, day to day life. Food here is an institution. In France too, for sure. In India, I believe that food is a significant part of people wisdom and happiness. Probably less meat, no red meat at all, proteins from pulses, but not too much, spicy food, but not heat releasing, gluten free, less energetic, a few pieces of potatoes... Sad that all of these are full of pesticides. :-/
Family importance, sense of belonging to a community, lights celebrations and flowery, musical parties all the time: there is no day without fireworks or crackers let off in streets in India. Could they be some keys for happiness?
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| paddies |
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| Sunrise at Kodachadri |
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| Un peu de wwoofing dans la plantation de hévéas |
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