We spent a few hours in the colorful, noisy mayhem of Delhi 6.
Our first stop – sweet potatoes nicely roasted and sprinkled with chat masala.
Appa drinks a lassi from a matka after eating jalebis, while N looks on in amazement.
At the Parathewaala gali, we gorge on Matar Paratha, Paneer Paratha, and .. this is true.. karela parathas. They were good, btw. There were Papad parathas, tomato parathas, etc. but you can only eat so much.
And after all that eating, a Banarasi paan to top it all off.
N says: Ma, I want to eat some Papaya ( firstly, which 2.5 year old willingly eats fruit)?
ANyhow, so I get busy chopping up Papaya for her.
Me: I’m getting it for you.
N: Can you put some salt on it please? ( oh, so now she has culinary preferences als0)
Me: Okay, salt on it.
N: Actually, I think I would like some sugar on it. Actually.
Methinking: Is this a devious “foot in the door” game she’s playing to get to eat sugar? Or did she really change her taste preference from salty to sugary in a second?
Anyhow, I’m only the slave around here, so I present Papaya pieces in that orange bowl with that partciular fork with sugar sprinkled on top for her majesty, the reigning queen of our lives. Still reeling from the conversation we just had, which would have been just normal were it not with a 2.5 year old!