The food. Perhaps what I may miss most about India, haha. It is certainly a memorable part of my experience because:

1. I found out I really like Indian food, and I can eat spicier than even some Indians (*cough* Reya *cough*)
2. Somehow. SOMEHOW. By some miracle, Reya and I both ate hella street food / food in general and never got sick. I know, unheard of.

As well, Reya and I talked about how I should make a photo collage of all the food I ate, because that would be the most accurate representation of my time in India, so I have decided to dedicate my last post to the wonderful, delicious food of India. (P.S., Reya’s other idea for what I should blog about was an Aparna Wilder appreciation, with photos and quotes. Aparna, we really really appreciated you, as evident by Reya’s post and that blog idea, haha! But I figured a food photo journal would be more representative of my actual time in India ;))

Without further ado, I will now make myself and all of you readers miss / want to go to India.

Poha for breakfast at a local food cart manned by a really nice lady and gentleman

Rajasthani Thali. The food is never-ending, and the waiters speed-walk around the restaurant asking you if you want more of their item like every 2 minutes. Their briskness naturally made me eat really fast, so I ended up eating soo much. I didn’t regret it.

“Chinese Indian” food — its own category of food. Manchurian with gravy and hakka noodles. (Fun fact, the first time we ate dinner at a Chinese-ish restaurant, I almost teared up because I missed Chinese food sooo much.)

Hmm corn roasted over a coal fire. Crunchy.

I ate hella chilies.

Some sweets.

Mango Smoothie with dried fruit. So refreshing.

Dosaaa

Bombay masala paratha with the most delicious chutneys. I cleaned up.

Happiness. Bread pakora (double fried) with potato curry — Delhi style. (My health definitely took a toll from eating to many fried foods and too much potato.)

Yum.