How has this week been for you?
My newsletter goes to 70 readers and about 25-30 of them read every issue of Sunday Slant
without fail; I don’t know what’s wrong with them. (Yes, you.) And I also have people write to me often and tell me how they enjoy my stupid and meandering updates. They don’t actually say stupid and meandering
, because they are too nice. But hey, you
can, if that’s the thing stopping you from writing to me. I love reading your thoughts. Even a “Hey this ‘issue’ was really terrible, you’ve truly outdone yourself” is enough. I don’t need much. I’m a simple man. In all seriousness, I am grateful that as many people even open these mails. Thank you for reading.
That’s that. Welcome to freakin’ October already.
I ate butternut squash last night—a ritual to welcome fall, I was told. I wasn’t a fan of its texture, although I remember enjoying it in the form of a soup two years ago. When I asked what the fuss was all about, Sara equated it to the renowned avarekalu
(Hyacinth Beans) and I had a micro-seizure. Every winter, the entire city of Bangalore loses its shit because these famed beans come into existence. And you find it in every conceivable edible form. I have never been able to wrap my head around the mania that is avarekalu.
I have never attended avarekai parishe
, a festival dedicated to these beans, and I plan to maintain that streak. So butternut squash is to fall what avarekalu is to winter; I feel a new-found distaste.
But I’m going to give butternut squash many more chances before I write it off. (OK, raagi mudde
and averaki saaru
is freakin delicious, I begrudgingly admit. ugh.)
We hosted some friends and made egg curry (my dad’s mother’s recipe) along with chapatis, dal and jeera rice. That turned out OK, spicier than I expected. We both love to cook. We both enjoy cooking. We both love to enjoy to loving to cooking.