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April 18, 2014

Two Temples

We visited two major temples near Bangalore — a Hindu temple near the Nandi Hills that dates back to the 9th century and Shravanabelagola, a 10th century Jainist temple dominated by what’s said to be the world’s largest monolith (sculpture made from a single piece of stone).

What struck me about the temple at Nandi Hills was the tranquility — we were truly among worshipers (we were lucky to be there on an otherwise quiet Monday) who seemed to have decked themselves in their brightest and most exuberant saris for the occasion. I could stare at them all day long.

Another thing that struck me is that this is very much M.’s heritage as a Brahmin with a bloodline that can be traced back some 2,000 years (and then he marries little ol’ European peasant mutt ME and we ruin the whole damn thing ;).

Hinduism is similar to Judaism in that you simply are Hindu, whether you practice or not (M. won’t even call it a religion). It was surprising to see him walk up to an idol, touch his forehead to the floor, walk backwards to retreat — but it shouldn’t have been. It’s no different than spraying 10 drops of wine at the home of his Jewish "familia putativa" every Passover.

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Everything is an undertaking in India and the trip to Shravanabelagola — which should have taken 2 hours but took twice that due to engine trouble — was certainly no different. (Could we really say we’ve been to India if we hadn’t been stranded by the side of the road at least once?)

The journey is the destination. The journey is the destination. I repeated to myself as we waited to find out if we’d ever get back on the road, and then, in socks or bare feet, as we climbed the 647 steps that lead to the statue. Perhaps because it was a Saturday there were far more (Indian) tourists, as well as worshipers — teens posing for pictures bowing their heads around a statue and then asking, again and again, to pose with us (not to brag but we’re kind of a big deal in India). Which I suppose is a reminder that we’re all the same everywhere. Or at least teens are.

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April 17, 2014

Just popping in to say that olive bag up top stopped my heart this morning. Sophie Hulme pre-fall. Generally obsessed with her designs.

What’s new with you? Bonus points if it has to do with googly eyes.

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April 16, 2014

On the road in India. 

At first I was too overwhelmed by the emotional intensity of the experience, the sensory memories still hot on my tongue, and the rather epic jet lag to even look at my India photos.

And then I was too overwhelmed by the thought of distilling those two weeks into (god help us all) blog posts that the mere thought of trying to write about it left me exhausted. So once again, I went to bed at 8.

And then I realized there is nothing to do but present it, as best I can, knowing I will never be able to explain what really happened there: 21 friends and family gathered in a country most of us hardly knew to celebrate, explore, and, at the risk of sounding all Eat, Pray, Love, learn a little something about ourselves.

And in the middle of that, something deep and permanent happened between M. and me. We became a family.

So yeah.

It was intense.

It was gorgeous.

It was infuriating.

It was India.

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April 16, 2014

Fabric from India that’ll soon be pillows for our couch … much to M’s chagrin I might add (is there any straight guy out there who actually likes this fabric?). #dontcare

Fabric from India that’ll soon be pillows for our couch … much to M’s chagrin I might add (is there any straight guy out there who actually likes this fabric?). #dontcare

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April 15, 2014

Deviled Eggs (via honestly-wtf)
Combining two of my favorite things: medium-boiled eggs and simplified recipes.

Deviled Eggs (via honestly-wtf)

Combining two of my favorite things: medium-boiled eggs and simplified recipes.

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April 13, 2014

Beyonce joins Solange for the killer “Losing You” dance break to close out her Coachella set. Dying.

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April 13, 2014

tktc:

Dessert is a favorite salty/sweet concoction. You make a giant oatmeal cookie then crumble it. Then layer it with slightly sweetened strawberries and fresh whipped cream (sweeten a bit with powdered sugar and a tsp of vanilla extract). The oatmeal crust for Momofuku’s Crack Pie works beautifully as your cookie and I doubled the recipe to get another layer out of it.

Damn woman.

tktc:

Dessert is a favorite salty/sweet concoction. You make a giant oatmeal cookie then crumble it. Then layer it with slightly sweetened strawberries and fresh whipped cream (sweeten a bit with powdered sugar and a tsp of vanilla extract). The oatmeal crust for Momofuku’s Crack Pie works beautifully as your cookie and I doubled the recipe to get another layer out of it.

Damn woman.

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April 12, 2014

wildeles:

Baby elephant drinking. When they are this young, they don’t yet know how to use their trunks to drink water.

Oh noes.

wildeles:

Baby elephant drinking. When they are this young, they don’t yet know how to use their trunks to drink water.

Oh noes.

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April 12, 2014

Just watched the last four episodes of the last season. SO FREAKING EXCITED.
PS: Here’s a blast from the past: that time we threw a Mad Men party (before anyone really knew what Mad Men was yet), Andrea made cocktails (before any of us really knew what cocktails were yet), and we had exactly one man between us (luckily he was a keeper).
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Just watched the last four episodes of the last season. SO FREAKING EXCITED.

PS: Here’s a blast from the past: that time we threw a Mad Men party (before anyone really knew what Mad Men was yet), Andrea made cocktails (before any of us really knew what cocktails were yet), and we had exactly one man between us (luckily he was a keeper).

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April 11, 2014

Operation Surprise Wylie


newyorker:

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For 48 hours this week, some of the world’s most acclaimed chefs were living in hiding in New York City, preparing the ultimate surprise party for Wylie Dufresne: http://nyr.kr/1gLjbCG

They’d focus on three of Dufresne’s signature dishes: shrimp noodles, cold fried chicken, and scrambled egg ravioli, a cube-like concoction made of scrambled eggs encased in a sheath of egg yolk. They’d form cooking groups, pick their dishes, and converge at wd~50 on a Tuesday, when the restaurant was closed. At the appointed hour, someone would call Dufresne to inform him that the restaurant was flooded. When he came rushing over, he’d arrive to the party of his dreams.

Such a fun story.

(Source: newyorker.com)


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