Pune and food

Pune is always home for me. Maybe because Sassoon lives here, always so welcoming. We meet for food and long talks that no one could ever afford in the west (time wise that is…). A drink at home, then a walk, dinner at the famous Masala Dosa restaurant and then tea back home.

India, the land of papaya with lime every day, pineapple juice, little bananas, fantastic Thali’s and dosas.
The Thali’s are a meal served on a metal plate, with many little metal bowls, each holding a small amount of heaven. Dhal (lentils), sabji (vegetables), curd (sometimes with raw onion and cilantro), aloo (potatoes), and sometimes even a sweet, like gulab jamun (round dough balls in syrup), or carrot halva.

Masala Dosa is the famous southern dish. Paper-thin dough rolled and stuffed. The dosa can be up to half a meter long, usually stuffed with a potato curry. The dosa is served with coconut chutney, (coconut rules in the south!) and a spicy red sauce.


Keeping low profile, quiet nights and just being. Observing, In India I feel no pressure to accomplish, to meet deadlines or to prove anything. Just walking around, Rickshaws zoom by, fruit vendors say hello, a cow walks the streets, children playing cricket in the alley, a young girl washing dishes at a pump on the side of the street, eagles fly above, long tail, green parrots play on the trees of a school’s playground, millions of motorcycles with one, two or whole families on them, and people, everywhere you go, fascinating people.