In that order. This weekend. Well the former only applied to the child who excelled at the sport. As parents we drove to the race location and watched. Then went in search of food and did the eating. It was a two mile cross country run at a golf course some 60 miles away from home. In Sardar country. What it means is that the neighborhood where the race ran was set amidst farmlands. Most owned and toiled by migrants from the north of India who settled here and are used to the hard labor and hot sun and working the fields. They are the Sikh. Also called Sardars colloquially. They also know a thing or two about food. From curries that incorporate variety of freshly ground spices and chopped herbs that sauce up delectable veggies or meat to flat and luscious breads (Naan) baked in earthen ovens called Tandoor the menu is stirring. We visited one such establishment run by a family of immigrants. You can tell when you ...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!