The first thing which met me this morning when I turned on my computer, was an email from Carolyn, my dear Indian friend. Still with the exotic taste of ginger in my mouth from my morning tea, my mind wandered down to quite another place on earth, the subcontinent where I left a big part of my heart. (Luckily my heart seems to grow the more pieces of it I leave around)
Memories from three weeks in India, where I at once was adopted as part of the family, follows me during my days. I don't know about the future, I don't know if I will ever go back, but Carolyn and Hossy, their household, their house, their city, South India, will forever be a part of me.
On my last day in Mysore I invited Carolyn and Hossy out for lunch. We went to Royal Orchid Metropolitan, an old, charming hotel downtown where the breath from the time of The Maharaja's still sits in the walls and in the atmosphere. Known for its tandori food, the tastes tickled my tastebuds in a new way. The soup was too hot and Hossy promptly ordered some other soup for me, but the rest was okay, though at the buffet I searched for the least spicy dishes, and the chefs found me a bit weak I am afraid :-)
Hot or less hot, there was enough choices. I have so much to learn about the use of colours in my cooking.
Carolyn and Hossy, I miss you so much. Thanks for opening your home and your hearts for me, giving me memories for a lifetime. God bless you both!
