As for bhindis (okra), I don't like the way they feel. Slimy to touch. And so I dutifully stayed away from them for quite some time. Unless I got these Gujarati neighbors!
Now, Gujaratis as you know love their vegetables. My neighbor, who is this darling woman of 22 who's just got married and moved to Calcutta from Ahmedabad, and who brings me dhoklas, theplas, sev ka shaak, Gujarati kadhi and very amusing desserts from time to time, introduced me to this masalewali bhindi. Bhindis sliced open along their length and stuffed with a concoction of spices - crushed garlic, red chilli powder, coriander powder, cumin powder, turmeric, salt, sugar & a teaspoon of oil to bind the spices - and cooked in some oil on low flame till they are done. If you like spicy food, you will love this dish.
So I'm friends with bhindi again. What to do, I had no choice. I demanded a care package which never arrived. Instead I got a very gruff, "I'm going to take you back to your father. I've been given damaged goods. I want a fresh piece...or my money back".
Well, so much for having expected a care package. Not even one-hundredth of what I made for The Boy when he was sick, I got. So I set out for Flury's feeling sick and grumpy while a craving for chocolates & pastries swelled up inside of me like a surging tide, and bought a boxful of chocolate pastries & a walnut cake. Which are now sitting pretty inside my fridge b/c I'm back to craving the spicy bhindis.
Well, at least the bhindi & I are friends again. And I won't expect them to make me a care package, so there's no potential for disappointment either. It is all about expectation management, you know. And choosing your target well.
P.S.: Totally unrelated to bhindis, but I quite like how Deepika Padukone looks & struts her stuff in the Sony Supermodel Cyber-shot Camera ad. I like her hair (extensions, of course), her make-up, her dress & the way she walks down the ramp. Now only if she wasn't so much of a turn-off as soon as she opened her mouth.