Cooking Lessons

Claire and I knew we were in trouble when, late in the evening on the way home from Ooty, Father Nelson said, “Now the program for tomorrow is…” Sure enough, Friday morning we were up and out the door at 7:30 to catch the train to his sister Helene’s home an hour away for breakfast served on banana leaves.









We had a relatively quiet day, except for a trip on the backs of the family scooters to the internet café.











Before lunch we made gulab jamun, round balls of dough fried in oil and soaked in syrup, much more delicious than healthy. This was fine with us, since everything else we ate was amazingly wholesome. Nelson documented the entire cooking process.































After Titu and Lydia came home from school, we played cards and relaxed before heading to the bus station for the ride home. Lydia and Nelson caught a ride with Phillip on the scooter, but the rest of us followed in the less exciting motorized rickshaw.