I can see that I’m going to have to do a lot of walking to keep off the poundage here. My hosts are making really lovely meals, and Mr. Das has provided mass quantities of sweets. Just before bed, as I’m deeply jet-lagged, I’ll show my dinner and Mr. Das’s postprandial sweets (see two posts back).
Dinner: fish stew, two types of unusual vegetable, raita (yogurt and vegetables), mixed vegetables, and rice:
And a box of confectionary for after dinner: various kinds of barfi (milk and butter fudge), Mysore pak (the dark one, a speciality, and heavy on the ghee), and Turkish delight (not an Indian sweet, but one that is made by Das’s factory). The white barfi at lower right is made with cashews:
Many Westerners don’t like Indian sweets, saying that they are “too sweet.” But I love them, and Mr. Das’s are the finest I’ve had, as he has a very light hand with the sugar. It’s a pity you can’t taste them—I tried every one in the box!
Mr. Das seems to have a dream job: three cooks, a big house attached to his sweet factory, and 40 cats. I asked him if he had a favorite cat, and he said yes, a cat named “Ladoo,” from the Indian word for “shy”. Ladoo will not let any other human touch him—he swats them with unsheathed claws when they try. But for Mr. Das he will allow complete pettage, including the delicate belly. Some day I will visit his paradise in Bangalore, as I have an invitation!