Better late than never?
In which Ameya goes to New York, talks about food and is sorry she's so late
A thousand apologies for this late edition. It’s entirely because I’m in a blur with last week with nieces, and spending all the time I can with them. We are making Christmas cookies, and I’m tryna eat all the food I love before I leave.
This past weekend I went to New York, since Omicron scuttled my trip to Mexico. I managed to treat my wedding fomo with the most fabulous weather in the city, and of course seeing many many MANY friends and relatives after many years.
There’s just something about New York for me. I used to say my soul belonged there, but after how happy I was to be in Madrid again, and how long it’s been since I visited, I was wondering how I would react. Especially since my knees are now so bad I can’t stand around or climb stairs, or even walk very far or fast. Reader, it was like no time had passed at all.
I knew exactly where I was and how I needed to get around. I felt the very same energy grip me and lift me up, and something I didn’t even know was sad became happy. I did not eat pizza or cheesecake, which honestly I’m shocked about, but I did have two diner breakfasts, and get a bunch of H&H Bagels, so no one can accuse me of not doing New Yorky things.
It’s funny how much happier I am eating when I’m in the West. I mean, I just seem to have these weird preferences for peaches over mangoes, rocket over saag, squash over tori, and orzo over dalia. Do not ask me why! And whenever I’m home, I have to work hard to figure out how to make nutritious food happen that I enjoy, while here it’s so easy. Toss some roasted peppers from a jar onto some toasted wholegrain seed bread, slab of mozzarella, handful of butterhead lettuce and boom. Alas, I have yet to figure out how to make this happen with ingredients easily available in India. And before you at me, I know a lot of this can be found in Delhi, but it is expensive and not always reliably available. So yeah, there are some thoughts I have as I stuff my face with tacos and tamales and make parathas for my nieces.
Pallavi and I have been trying to keep up with Instagram and doing all right I feel. I owe y’all a reel this week, but um it kinds hasn’t happened yet :D. Still, here’s the one from last week, where I, as usual, missed the trend and danced my own dance, not the one for the reel, and here are Pallavi’s lovely ones.
Here’s a very short read about how to respond to compliments instead of deflecting them, something all us fatsos need to start doing.
That’s it for now, see you in my last one for the year in a couple of weeks!
Ameya (& Pallavi)