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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2010 14:03:43 GMT
I can smell the aromas from here.
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 3, 2010 16:51:31 GMT
Spindrift! How wonderful to hear from you. You sound joyful to be where you are. It must be beautiful there. I can hardly wait for the Goa reports with all your great pictures.
Would renting a bicycle be an option? It might be easier to hop on and off a bike to take pictures, than to fool with a scooter, at least for the time being.
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Post by hwinpp on Mar 4, 2010 4:59:04 GMT
What, just back from Phuket and already in Goa?
Enjoy!
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Post by spindrift on Mar 4, 2010 13:48:27 GMT
Yes, I'm really spoiled . The Goan idyll continues with no clouds on the horizon. Just for you chaps I'll be going into Mapusa really early on the back of a neighbour's motorbike! He opens his little shop at 8am. My idea is just to loiter around and take pictures at the Friday market which is the busiest of the week when even some tribespeople come into town to sell their veggies. I'm now getting the hang of buying fruit and vegs at the local prices that are amazingly cheap by English standards. Today, for lunch, I ate a South Indian thali.....I've taken pictures...it was vegetarian...and tonight I'm going to deepfry the 'Potato Chops' I made last night with Maria (next door)...These have one-third of an egg in the middle...
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2010 14:01:50 GMT
I will definitely need to see a picture of that because absolutely no mental image is forming in my mind!
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Post by spindrift on Mar 4, 2010 14:11:18 GMT
Well, perhaps I've got that wrong....maybe it's Potato Chumps
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2010 14:39:50 GMT
I don't know the names of all the Indian items. It's the 1/3 egg that is chumping stumping me.
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Post by spindrift on Mar 4, 2010 14:44:25 GMT
Ah yes ! It's one-third of a hard-boiled egg ;D
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 4, 2010 15:12:21 GMT
Even so .............. I love the idea of the intrepid Irish girl there in exotic Goa learning to make a potato dish.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2010 15:25:09 GMT
... to save her starving homeland from doom. "Now, you just forget about the potato blight! Look here, there's a piece of egg, too!"
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Post by spindrift on Mar 5, 2010 13:04:48 GMT
;D. Bright and fairly early I hopped onto the back of my neighbour's motorcycle and he took me into Mapusa. He kindly showed me where the tuktuk stand was and pointed out a row of manned motorbikes that act as speedy taxis for my return journey. Of course I opted for the bikes. Few riders bother to wear helmets here and they are not wasted on mere passengers. It was lovely, even sensuous, to feel the warm wind whipping back my hair I spent the best part of 3 hours poking around the market stalls, getting lost, having coffee in a cafe and taking pictures. I was too squeamish to visit the fish and meat markets so you'll have to be satisfied with photos of fruit, vegetables and fabrics. I found a little stall selling freshly-made dokhlaand jelebi. I had been asking 'where is the dokhla shop' and receiving slightly contemptuous looks; no-one directed me to it. The reason for these frosty looks is because dokla is eaten by the Hindu working man and those I interrogated were probably all Christian . As the day wore on and the sun got hotter I came across Baz's Goan Sausages being sold by a row of old ladies. When I declined to buy some (having photographed them) I was asked whether I was a vegetarian and why didn't I eat meat? If I'd admitted to eating meat they would have pressed me to buy some, so I mentioned 'just fish' and got away. I pitied the poor pigs who had just met their awful fate and ended up in the sausages There were huge quantities of dried fish and prawns for sale. I was told that the fish were mostly mackerel. I didn't notice the Bombay ducks hanging up. The tiny shrivelled prawns looked like good eating (for their calcium content) but I was put off by the clouds of flies. Finally I was tempted and fell. I bought a large and wonderful white embroidered bedspread (and must now find matching cushion covers - 3 of them), several bags of incense (looks like small pebbles, am told it is tree sap), and three brightly-coloured tiles featuring Krishna, Ganesh, Laxmi and Shankar. I'll put two of them in my garden. I also fell for a bandini scarf that cost all of 130Rps - so cheap that I didn't bother to bargain. Now, at home in the balmy evening air with the sun on the verge of setting, I'm enjoying a glass or two of Indian Sauvignon made by the Sula company and it's going down a treat. I offer a toast to INDIA
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2010 13:10:05 GMT
I hate you.
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Post by spindrift on Mar 5, 2010 13:24:21 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2010 15:58:34 GMT
mmm..I just love jelebi. Yum. I envy you riding on the motorbike with the wind blowing in your hair! I remember doing exactly the same thing last time I was there, it's real fun.
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Post by gertie on Mar 6, 2010 3:08:32 GMT
I'm sitting here waiting to get over a nasty cold and thinking jealous thoughts. I've been wanting to make it to India after my introduction to their cuisine via www.manjulaskitchen.com/ which is the website of a lovely Indian woman who now lives in the US and teaches cooking. I've made several of her recipes, everything always turns out just wonderfully, and I can't help thinking how wonderful it would be to be surrounded by great food like that. Now you tempt me with wonderful beaches!
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Post by bixaorellana on Mar 6, 2010 3:58:33 GMT
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