Early morning we got a call from Zack’s cousin. “Get ready in half an hour, we are going to Mysore”. When all of us where seated in the car an hour later, I noticed this is the second impromptu trip of the month. The niece has a severe case of motion sickness and we had forgotten to pack plastic covers. Guess what we did, at the toll gate, over the counter the billing guy was eating chocolates from a packet, we bought out the entire packet from him. In fifteen minutes flat, the niece threw up neatly into it. Moo was staring widely at her. I think she learnt something from her sister today 😆
The day involved visiting relatives, temples and general gossip sitting under a huge tree right across a coconut farm. The thing with such farm visits is you never can say no easily to the guys giving you stuff so lovingly. So after we had three to four coconuts each, we left the place to another long drive at the city outskirts.
Right now we have crashed down at a resort and tomorrow morning will see us making some more temple visits and hopefully hogging on street food. I have great recommendations of the chaat items especially.
Also, today is the last day of the blogathon and I am mildly unhappy about it. No more dedicated internet time and no more daily dose of reading material. Every night Zack would find me fiddling with the phone checking mail instead of spending the already limited time available with him. Guess he would be a happy man from tomorrow 😀
My old and older workplace had similar bunch of people. They could never choose what to eat quickly. During each and every office dinner, half an hour would be wasted in deciding what to order. In that time, I would lose complete interest in eating as I would be on a deadline to reach home early. By the time the starters arrived, I would grab a bite or two and be on my way. I would later hear how late the party went on and what variety of food they consumed.
After three such outings in my last company where people used to waste time deciding on the menu, I took up matter in my own hands. As soon as we used to be seated, I used to order the starters and mains. In fact, I used to order for all the vegetarians on the table. 80% of the time, the food I used to order would be tasty. The rest of the times I used to chide that the not-so-good food is the penalty you pay for dilly dallying 😆
Then the ordering of food diversified into snacks and birthday parties too. I was more than happy to order to take that responsibility. Its food after all, the earlier it comes, the happier we are, right 😀
Now when this became an issue for me was when I started rattling off what to eat seeing the menu at a family lunch few days ago. When I put down the menu, all were staring at me. I quietly signaled the waiter to come back and mouthed the words CANCEL.
Total facepalm moment only 😐
That is how is I say hello, okay. I came here again because Mummy does not have anything new to say, but I have loads 😀
I am seeing many new people everyday. Its a good change for me, got bored of seeing the same faces everyday. I see shiny and colorful sarees on all the aunties and when I taste it when they lift me, they complain to mummy that I drool a lot. The family wedding picture has a wet patch on mummy’s blouse, if you see it you know the reason 😉
All the yummy food is making everyone fat I heard. What fat and all, once in a while only these kind of events happen no, I get to taste variety too, instead of the same baby food which they ‘specially’ make for me. My favorite is the appalam. Anytime I cry, I get an appalam. I am calm then and make 64 bits of the piece which they give me.
Yesterday I got many claps and surprised looks because I stood up holding the sofa. Actually no one noticed the other times I was practicing on people, bed, shelf, door and teddy. Haha.
I do not know when these people are going to take me back home. My sleep times have changed. I am feeling sleepy now. Ok tatatatatata