Take an evening stroll in any one of the many open public spaces in Taipei, and you can see the dancing Ajjis (grandmothers) of Taipei. I first noticed them on my return from yoga class. It was dark and I could hear English music. On closer look, I realised that there were women dancing on […]
I have just returned to work from the heady aamras- poli (or phulka, to be politically correct) lunch. For the uninitiated, aam = mango, ras = juice, poli/phulka = Indian flatbread. Now why am I writing about mangoes, when the rest of the folks back home are celebrating monsoon (or the lack thereof) with bhajias, […]
Come evenings (except Wednesdays and Sundays) in Taipei, and this is the tune you start hearing all around. For the Taipei-kars definitely do things musically – even if it as mundane as garbage throwing. If you have seen the video link above, you can see how two garbage trucks come to each of the localities […]
In my last post, I suddenly realised that the moong bean cannot have a passing reference, like say toor dal. This was the inspiration behind today’s post, and I grew to appreciate the versatility of the humble moong (much like the humbler potato), after eating it in all forms, textures, dishes (this is the first […]
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