Bangalore is not a city of great historic interest; it is the IT and science capital of India, and has grown spectacularly since I first came here in the 1980s. Because of that, the western influence on merchandising is much greater than in other places I’ve visited here. This is, for instance, the only Indian branch of Krispy Kreme donuts I’ve seen. If you’re Indian, you’d be really foolish to have a Krispy Kreme air-filled sugar bomb instead of, say, a luscious rasmalai.
And some “health foods” in a local store:
Now some real noms: dinner last night, which included squash, a fabulous South Indian spicy crab dish, chappatis, vegetables, potatoes, rice, and “mutton” (the Indian term for goat):
A South Indian breakfast this morning: idlis, sambar, coconut chutney, vadas (the savory fried donut-shaped thing made from lentils), sweets, and a cup of strong Indian coffee.
Bonde, a sweet made from gram flour and rice flour; it was very good (as they all are):
As usual, all the beasts and fowls were fed. Here’s the bird-feeding section, which contains a huge tureen of rice and chicken for the pigeons, crows, and kites. It’s walled off from the cat-feeding section, and the door closed after food is put out, all so that the cats can’t get the birds:
Lots of cats showed up for yesterday’s afternoon feeding, but this is by no means the whole lot:
This is the cat I’m trying to persuade Mr. Das to name “Jerry”. Perhaps “Wary” would be a better name!