This one includes tomatoes and probably green chilis, and was served on a bun with funky pink and green candied fruit.
Recipe:
fry onions in butter until soft (or brown, if you like)
fry tomatoes too, if you’re using them
add eggs lightly beaten with a little milk
add green chilis (chopped into small rounds) and fresh cilantro/coriander
flip to cook the other side
when cooked, fold in half and serve alongside bun as shown above or (better) fold into quarters and serve ON bun. Bun should be toasted in the same pan so it gets nice and greasy.
Have sweet, milky tea with it.
Above omelette courtesy of Mussoorie’s Tip Top Tea Shop at Char Dukan:
In case you’re wondering: cheese noodles is Ramen or Wai Wai noodles with cheese stirred in so it melts while the broth is good and hot.
Woodstock stories have been made into films. Both the films I’m aware of have made it to the short lists for nominations in the live action short films category for the Oscars, as well as winning other film awards. Both films were also made by Woodstock alumni:
The Road Home by Rahul Gandotra (available free on the site!)
NDTV’s Rocky and Mayur visit Woodstock to talk about… the food. But the piece covers much else that is fundamental about the school, and shows the environment beautifully.
There are many sites where you can get more information and news about Woodstock (expect this listing to grow, though the date on the post will not change).
Many people who have been involved with Woodstock have their own websites and blogs. They don’t all necessarily write about Woodstock, but it’s fascinating and instructive to see what our extended Woodstock family gets up to.
So much to write about, but I’ve been so busy with so many things that it’s hard to gather my thoughts into a coherent narrative. So… a few random notes and photos.
Life in Mussoorie is a lot more comfortable (and energy-intensive) than it used to be. Room heaters run on gas cylinders are very common, though apparently every winter there are dire warnings that there will be a shortage of cylinders, and this year it might even be true. Failing those, there are kerosene heaters and bukharis – wood-burning, cast-iron stoves (above).
There are vehicles everywhere now; it’s easy and cheap to get a taxi almost anywhere in town. I’m out and about far more than I ever was before, because I know that, no matter how far I walk out, I don’t have to walk back unless I want to.
Today Ross and I walked down from Sisters’ Bazaar to Landour. Our first stop was the shoemaker where yesterday I had picked up a pair of made-to-order sandals (to wear in warmer climes): Rs. 250, about 5 euros.
Today we ordered copies of Ross’ beloved Fornarina cowboy boots (the green one in the photo below). Hers will be red with black stars, mine black with red stars. Rs. 2500 (50 euros) each. The originals cost 250 euros.
Next stop was Inam the tailor, where I dropped off a length of hand-embroidered Kashmiri wool to be made into a salwar-kameez outfit. These are so beautiful and practical in winter (at least in places that don’t have much heating) – and will definitely turn heads in Lecco!
Then we stopped at the dosa shop – the same old one that was so popular in my student days. Ross wasn’t sure she liked dosa (a thin, griddle-fried bread made from rice flour), but soon decided that she did. This was my masala dosawith wonderful tomato and coconut chutneys, and a side of sambar:
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Mussoorie is still full of unintentionally funny signs:
Ross, Sharon and I went to the “buzz” (local bazaar). On the way down Mullingar Hill (photo above), we stopped by the tailor, who told us that the shawl we had bought for Ross’ jacket wasn’t enough material to make a jacket with a hood. We took a snippet of the shawl to try to match it with some plain black wool, but eventually ended up buying another shawl, plain black (no embroidery) but a close match in color and texture.
Vinod’s shop is still at the bottom of the Landour Clock Tower, though Sharon tells me he’s seldom open. He was that day, so we spent a happy hour browsing among reproductions of antiques and even a few real ones. My favorite item was this beautiful crockery water filter; I would have bought it if I could have thought of a safe and inexpensive way to get it home.
The “world famous sex specialist” still has his hoarding next door, as he has for over 30 years, though I’ve never actually seen these doors open. Maybe it’s just meant to function as a billboard.
