Hello friend,
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 donāt know whatās 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 donāt actually say
stupid and meandering, because they are too nice. But hey,
you can, if thatās the thing stopping you from writing to me. I love reading your thoughts. Even a āHey this āissueā was really terrible, youāve truly outdone yourselfā is enough. I donāt need much. Iām a simple man. In all seriousness, I am grateful that as many people even open these mails. Thank you for reading.
Thatās that. Welcome to freakinā October already.
I ate butternut squash last nightāa ritual to welcome fall, I was told. I wasnāt 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 Iām 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.)
What elseā¦
We hosted some friends and made egg curry (my dadās motherās 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.