FoodVarious delights and non-delights

A confession to start with: I'm not particularly foody. To be more precise, I am unfoody. I very definitely eat to live rather than vice versa. I don't even get particularly hungry; I eat lunch and dinner because I know it is time to eat lunch and dinner. Add to this a severe burning reaction to even mildly spicy food, and you have someone for whom the cuisine of the Subcontinent is not in the least a pleasure. Almost every meal was accompanied, perforce, with a side-serving of dahi, Indian yoghurt, one of three immediate remedies for a mouth burnt out by spicy food (the other two being fruit and alcohol, the latter no use to me, as I'm teetotal). A carful reader will note that many of the episodes in my travel book, and in these pages, kick off with a phrase such as 'After a late meal...'. Food is little more than a distraction, mentioned only in passing.

So, this section is rather short, though I hope colourful for all that. There were one or two things I enjoyed, the foil-wrapped sweets especially, and given the vast array of foodstuffs available across India, it would be remiss of me not to say something on the subject.

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