Thursday, January 22, 2009

Masala Dosa

Today's food experience was Masala Dosa, a South Indian crêpe made from rice and lentils stuffed with a lightly cooked filling of potatoes, fried onions and spices, and served with a thick coconut chutney.

The Masala Dose was wrapped in an old newspaper. I could not read it, since it was printed in Kanada, the local language of Bengaluru. However, I reckon it was printed on November 3, 2008. It showed a picture of local cricket-hero Anil Kumble, a fabulous right-arm leg spin bowler* on his day of retirement.

Indians have usually three questions:
  1. Are you married?**
  2. How many children do you have?
  3. Do you like Indian food?
Although the food question comes third, food seems to play a major part in Indian life. You can not be for a few hours without eating something or having sweet tea or coffee with loads of milk.

So as today, when we were still working at 5 pm and a chap came and brought two dozens of Masala Dosa. The snack*** is quite nourishing and so I had an excuse not go for dinner with my colleagues from Switzerland at the boring hotel restaurant, which is drenched in dreadful lift-music.

This is something I really hate about business trips. You spend the entire day together, have lunch together, commute together. Only to spend the evening together, eating, boozing, moaning about work and colleagues, and spreading office gossip. And for politeness sake, you have to wait until the last has finished his last beer.**** While at home, you could be looking into the most beautiful eyes in the world, and enjoy a sensational wine, carefully selected by the man with those amazing eyes.

* as I was told.
** I usually answer this one a bit evasive since I'm here on business and the infamous Section 377 of the Indian Penal Code reads Unnatural Offences: Whoever voluntarily has carnal intercourse against the order of nature with any man, woman or animal, shall be punished with imprisonment for life, or with imprisonment of either description for a term which may extend to ten years, and shall also be liable to fine.

*** Some Indians pronounce this like snake
**** Mr. Mac, you're an exception to this rule. We could have dinner together for years and I were not bored.


andy said...

Dosa are nice, I fancy having a crack at making some, maybe I'll invite my Indian colleagues round to judge my efforts, after getting them to make me some :-)

When I was working in Bangalore with my partner Paul*, we slept in the same room but since the company were paying we actually kept 2 rooms at the hotel. It saved a lot of questions from the staff and the few that asked anything assumed we were brothers and thought it was nice we stayed together at night!

*did I mention we work together in the same job? said...

Andy - working together in the same job really helps on such business trips. And you have other things to talk about. Engineers can be so wearingly dull.

Mickle in NZ said...

Oh Gomad, such a bloody long time you're having to put up with in India, away from that darling Husband of yours.

Now your latest food photo shows something I could maybe eat, certainly looks yummy.

Next time drag Craig Mc-Mac over with you, even if is nothing to do with what he is working on. India is heaps closer than CH to the land of the superior chocolate biscuits - Arnotts' "TimTans". The Divine Ms.Mac will be in a happy place with a delivery of many packets of TimTans - quality Timtans only please.

Countdown to Gomad back in Zurich happening???