The Incurable Cook

What home feels like

I love the convenience of delivery apps, but god, I love me some “marketing” in the markets.

Today, while picking some bhindi, a sweet-looking lady leans over—out of nowhere—to tell me how kind the gentleman vendor is. Wow! I ended up getting more bhindi than I needed.

At the dhaniya-pudhina cart, a “bhabhi” swooped in, haggled on my behalf, and scored me a bunch of fresh desi dhaniya (‘iske patte chotte hote hai’). Then, like Mary Poppins, she vanishes, a chorus of “bhabhi, bhabhi, bhabhi” trailing her down the street.

Then, a posh lady rushes up, grabs pudhina, sniffs deeply, and sighs, “yeh itna kadva kyon hai?” I’m speechless.

The vibes were off the charts today. And the veggies…
Bees ke che nimboo (iykyk)
Mooli ki ph**li
Pomellos galore
Surkha amrudh

And no, there’s no “marketing” at ‘Organic’ farmers markets.

Aamras Poori-ish Doughnuts. Coz it’s still mango season.