Christmas in India
Christmas morning yoga was cancelled so I retired myself to my favorite breakfast place in Hampi Bazaar. Three women run this outdoor establishment and cook up mighty fine and tasty Indian grub.
They whisk, knead, roll and smack food into submission and then fry in all up so it’s brown buttery goodness shines through. Breakfast consists of puri (fried indian tortilla), iddily (spongy rice balls), pav (egg sized rice muffins) smothered in a vegetable curry and spicy coconut milk chutney. Don’t forget the chai; it’s all you can eat for 40rs ($.65).
Once you have tucked yourself into submission, your eyes wonder at where you are. Hampi muthf*kn India and it’s Christmas! Today all the homes, eateries, and hotels in this cramped bazaar have decorated in true Indian fashion. Rangoli’s are drawn outside everyone’s doors. Rangoli’s are intricate, patterned designs made from rice flour. They look like the work of Indian Matisses’s but are actually created in a matter of seconds by most households. They serve 2 purposes, an Indian welcome mat and a natural bug repellant (ants are supposed to be attracted to flour and not enter the house). Each morning, the household sweeps and washes the front of the home and lays a fresh rangoli for the day. Since it’s Christmas today – pinks, purples, greens meld together in a riot of color. Some are huge and take up the space of a sacred cow.