Just when I thought I could puff up my chest and say “oh yea, I’ve been THERE”, someone chimes in with a market I had never heard of.
Chandni Chowk was on the list of “must do” markets, but it was a ways from our house, so I hadn’t calendared it as a ‘must do’ market.
When I was in need of groceries, or a location to pass the time, or specific items in mind, I’d much rather have visited the markets that were in a 10-20 minute radius of our home/school.
Enter Kate, who suggested we visit Chandi Chowk together for spices.
Now … although I did 80% of my grocery shopping (Kushal, my driver did the other 20%) I was NOT cooking. So my first response was “spices?” … I don’t need spices. ROSY needs spices. BUT, I am a sucker for exploration and seeing new things, so we set out.
(these funky things, which I never did identify, caught my eye because I thought they were wickedly shaped pasta. The green-eyed Punjabi man explained that instead they were snacks …to be fried in hot oil. I bought 4 kgs of the stuff. They didn’t turn out so hot but they were sure pretty to look at!