I know my limits

I have never been known for my domestic abilities.  Maybe from time to time this retired bartendress will bust out a couple classic cocktails.  I am fully aware of my own limitations and have no problem with sticking to what I do best.  Cooking is NOT one of those things I am good at.  So I knew it was going to be a challenge when I decided to move to India and live alone.

I thought that the kitchen would be a good start to not only learn how to be a good "Indian Wife," but also learn the language.  Learning I did.  When I first arrived I had a maid.  But then I went off to the US for a week long business trip and upon my return she did not return from her family visit.  Infuriating, but moving forward...

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I learned that I can make a kick ass cup of chai!  Ginger, mint, lemongrass, you name it, I can make it.  This is a necessary task to master if you plan on having any guests.  You can get away without feeding them, but you cannot get around not offering them water and tea.

​I learned I still cannot cook anything beyond pouring hot water over oatmeal.  Rolling roti's would be the next step to perfection, and after hours of trying I have just decided to accept that we can't all be perfect at everything.  My street vendors laugh when I buy only fruit.  The regulars know I can't cook, but the new people who occasionally make it into my neighborhoud try to sell me veggies...Mai pakanna nahi (probably butchered the English spelling, but you know what I mean).

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​But I did create a great cocktail for my evenings at home... Bombay Sapphire, Limca and Lechi Twirl Juice = all equal parts in a chilled glass.  *ice cubes are worthless.  (location disclosed...but I am a foreigner so I will own and embrace my rights to buy alcohol here).  Cheers to a dry state.

So moral of the story:  Come drink with me, just don't eat with me.  If I offer you food, I'm just being nice.  I would highly advise you to kindly smile and say no.

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