DON'T FEED THE WILDLIFE

Four things which I did not bother watching on teevee today: the game, the parade in New York or protestors getting arrested there for being bloody nuisances, or the weather report. Actually, I didn't watch teevee at all. I never watch teevee, except when my apartment mate puts a movie or a series she has acquired on. At which point it's almost like watching PBS. No commercials. Excellent diction. And often one of the characters will have a spot of tea and possibly a crumpet or cucumber sandwich.

Cricket is not my favourite sport, though for a number of years I paid it considerably more attention than any other ball game, for reasons having to do with conversing with a Parsee as well as political discussions that did not involve England, India, Pakistan, Zoroastrians, or Australia. As well as food. Dhansak. Sali boti. Patra ni machi. And anything with eggs on top.
Plus brun maska, kheema pav, khari biscuit, berry pulao.
Parsees, as you know, invented cricket.

Also famous cafes: Britannia Café, Kalyani and Company, Yazdani Restaurant and Bakery.

AN OVERGROWN AREA THAT IS HOME TO FERAL ENGLISHMEN

A friend posted a picture of dessert (pumpkin maple flan) which was the one thing that I wish I had a chance to share, foodwise, this holiday. It looked gorgeous, and he is a great cook. But other than that, I didn't do a single thing you would normally associate with thanksgiving. I did not overeat. I did not catch salmonella from dubious sidedishes. I did not get into a fight while waiting in line down at the local Walmart for an X-box or I-phone.
I did not order pizza after a nap.

Had some Chinese food with my apartment mate, then did laundry.
Then came home and had some chai at the proper hour.



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