What is with this country turning my already below par skin into a flaky, itchy mess? No amount of moisturizer and Chanel powder can cover it up. My face is shedding it’s skin at such a rapid speed and I am not a pretty sight at all.
After a debate of frozen burritos to Domino’s pizza for lunch (Domino’s won) we went to Stanford University. How beautiful is that campus! And huge! We only managed to see the Main Quad area. There were many statues around the area so I had to have an impromptu photo shoot. We then walked down downtown Palo Alto, had coffee at Starbucks and got back home in time to watch the last half of Jab Tak Hain Jaan. I loved SRK with all my heart a few years back but the man really needs to cut down on acting young, no doubt he does look smokin’ in his army getup. Anushka Sharma really needs to eat a burger. Or two. I want to take her to my favorite Indian restaurant and buy her a whole tandoori chicken. The poor girl deserves that much. Katrina Kaif has her pretty mouth and bouncy hair so she is set.
WANT : Kat’s luscious Burberry trench coats. So fab! Yes, I say fab now.
Me and my kuchi ice.
This blogging every day in January gig is proving to be harder every day. I have to wake up each morning and search inside my head to come up with something that’s even passable. It doesn’t help that its cold and dreary outside. No, something has to rain on my usual sunshine-y demeanor I’ve been informed that the cold weather will end only at the end of February, maybe even March. I am so ready for summer already.
I loved summer holidays as a kid. Endless hours watching tv, playing with the apartment kids and scrumptious food provided my mommy dearest. You could say it was the perfect summer. But the one entity that had to dampen my spirits was the saravana Bhavan ice cream man. He would ring his little bell on his little vandi all the way to my street. I could hear the bell even at the far end of the house and would run as fast as my pudgy legs could carry me. There were times when I’ve even chased him down the street. We have all done things we are not proud of, so let’s not dwell on this?
All this hullabaloo was just to get my hands on the best kuchi ice ever – the grape flavored kuchi ice from Saravana Bhavan. So delicious, so slurpy, I’ve been know to inhale it three at a time. Good for me that my mother had the same interest in kuchi ice that I did.
But after a few years the losers at Saravana Bhavan decided to discontinue grape ice. And that’s where my story had to end. But it’s okay, I found the second best kuchi ice – Sravana Bhavan orange kuchi ice.
Orange kuchi ice, outside Saravana Bhavan, with mother as the back drop.
Perfect Sunday Brunch.
Happy Cupcake!
Waiter, one coffee please.
Meals, Saravana Bhavan, Fremont.
We finally went to Saravana Bhavan a few weekends back. The food did taste a little different than the one in Madras but I was satisfied. It felt like a little piece of home that I could visit any time I wanted. Granted there were no familiar waiters, the smell of coffee in the air and the general chit chat that only Madras offered. But dipping my fingers in their famous sambar after three and a half months of a dearth, this was more than I could ask for.




