On our last day in India, we tried to pick out the highlights of this trip. It wasn’t easy because every day was amazing.
Flashback to the days of the Raj -- Bryan and Maureen, his sister, in the Maidens Oberoi Hotel . . .
Independent night walk through Chandni Chowk Market in Old Delhi,
and dinner at Karim’s
with our taxi driver.
The Rickshaw Ride through Chandni Chowk Market in Old Delhi was a hit with Bryan and Maureen.
Maureen also liked the elephant Ride up to Amber Fort, Jaipur.
Ranthambore was on Bryan’s list even though we never spotted a tiger, but we saw a mongoose and five kinds of deer . . . and got drenched and chilled by a furious lightning and thunder storm.
As we left Ranthambore in our bus, an enchantingly beautiful girl in a pink sari smiled and waved at us.
I liked seeing all the happy, independent pariah dogs in India . In the 1970s, I was warned not to go walking about alone because I might be attacked by “one of those wild dogs that are everywhere” and I eyed every dog for possible signs of rabies. On this trip, the dogs went their merry way and I went mine . . . my only regret was leaving behind 3 delightful black and white puppies who were so eager to be friends.
Maureen only wished for a quiet moment away from the hawkers during the Ganges Boat Ride at dawn in Varanasi.
In the evening, a nine-year-old girl with a basket of candles embedded in flowers followed me down the steps of the ghat to our boat insisting I buy a candle. “No,” I said.
“Yes,” she retorted, smiling.
“No, no, no,” I laughed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she laughed back.
So cute. I handed her a ten rupee bill.
“Now buy candle,” she grinned.
“No, no, no,” I said, stepping into the boat.
“Yes, yes, yes.” Then she smiled and waved happily, “Bye, bye.”
The boat pulled away and Bryan and I were sorry I didn’t buy a candle. . .
until Bryan read that the tin foil cups holding the candles are piling up at the bottom of the Ganges.
Ah India . . . poetry and problems.
In 1974, I went to work in a Winnipeg library and that’s where I found two of the treasures in my life:
and A Taste of India by Mary S. Atwood.
One of the first recipes I selected from Atwood’s cookbook was for Seekh Kababs. My first experience of this spicy appetizer came in 1972 while sitting on a maharajah's carpeted floor. They came on sticks and I loved them.
Since Atwood’s Seekh Kababs come as meatballs, they are very easy to make and really, really good!
1 pound ground lamb or beef
1 small onion, grated
2 cloves garlic, crushed
2 tsp ground coriander
¼ tsp cumin
1/8 tsp ground cloves
1/8 tsp ground cardamom
1/8 tsp dry mustard
1 tsp salt
1 egg, beaten
· Combine all ingredients, except lime. Mix well.
· Preheat oven to 350.
· Shape into 1 and ½ inch meatballs and place on broiler pan.
· Cook for 30 minutes and serve hot with lime wedges.