Immigrant Tales – Alien food

I think you all know by now, or should, that I moved countries. In fact, I moved continents. Not physically, no. No, not literally! That's impossible! I moved myself from one continent to the other nearly 2 decades ago. Whew! I'm glad we got that sorted out. Well, I had a request to write about…

The Return of Fish

It's Thursday and time for some more work with mirrors and and smoke, maybe some steam. For steam is healthy they say. You have saunas where your toxins become toxouts and steam irons where the wrinkles in your clothes become more becoming creases. Remember to use distilled water for the steam iron. I learned that…

Happy Fifth Anniversary!

Today is, according to WordPress, and WordPress should know, the exact day 5 years ago when The SloMan signed up at WordPress and stared at the screen thinking "What is this blog thing and how do you go about blogging?" Since that day, 5 years ago, The SloMan has seen much activity. Over 2 years…

Peas and Paneer

So I'm back from Kolkata or Calcutta, as it used to be and will ever be for some, like me. It was a crowded trip, with remembrance services, weddings, school and college reunions interspersed with sporadic maintenance shopping. ( I'll have to explain that some other day, that "maintenance" thing.)  It was three years since…

Graked Fishies

What you may have thought when you saw the title I'm not quite sure. So let me try and clarify a few things. What does graked mean? It doesn't. Mean anything, really. It's just something my brain cooked up as a "grilled / baked" combo that comes without fries or a drink of your choice.…

The Angler on the Credit

<I met a fisherman on a cold autumn evening by the river side. I was preparing to leave and he was just settling in for a night of fishing. We got talking. His story was very simple. He was a taxi driver, uprooted from his native Bangladesh and transplanted thousands of miles away in chilly…

Fish

Sometime in the past, we had listed a series of things we could chat about and we asked our faithful, feckless, faceless and fearless readers to vote on them. And no one voted for Fish. And none of the regular contributors to this blog (!) could remember what the hell the intent was. And apparently…