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Monday, January 28, 2008

Mais, oui!

Oh, France. I had forgotten how much I adore France. The flights were fine and aptly boring and full of bad movies. The first 24 hours here have been delightful. A quick run down of the ups and downs of being here thus far:

Bon!
  • I had a delightful chocolate croissant for breakfast this morning. Light, caramelized shell, soft, delicately layered inside. Just enough chocolate which was neither sweet nor bitter. So good.
  • Had a number of things I had not seen for months for dinner last night: salad, avocado, good bread, a variety of cheeses. God, yes.
  • There are bathrooms everywhere. They are free. Whoa.
  • It's authentically cold; sweater wearing weather that makes you flush in the cheeks.
  • There's hot water in the taps and I can drink in the shower.
  • People hold hands here and there's a proportional number of women on the streets.

Mal...
  • This country is so expensive. And the dollar is doing so poorly.
  • No, I mean really, really expensive. For the price of the train from the airport here I could have taken a palanquin the same distance in India.
  • After initial skepticism towards the lack of toilet paper in India, I kinda miss their watery ways. TP now feels so harsh on my delicate tush.

Saturday, January 26, 2008

The Last 48 Hours in Hindustan

I'll start off with a joke:
Q: How much of India does it take to travel seven blocks?
A: Apparently, about an hour and a half, 3 phone calls, 24 bystanders, 80 rupees, about a mile of walking, and 3 separate auto rickshaws. Yeah. No joke.

My last lil' bit in Mumbai has been nice. It has been filled with winding down from my time here and winding up for my time in France. Still, much remains undone here and much is left still to figure out once I land in Paris Sunday afternoon. In my final week here spent a bunch of my time talking to folks about 'pav,' the only (somewhat) traditional leavened bread I have found here. It's essentially the same fluffy white roll that you got on your lunch tray back in elementary school, but served with a wide variety of Indian thangs instead of ranch dressing. Some come with dhals, other with curry, but my favorite was a sandwich of pav with a samosa and some chilies in the middle. A stunningly brilliant combination of fried foods and puffy, sweet bread that would make any American proud.

Overall, the last forty-eight hours I spent here exemplified the highs and lows of my time here quite nicely. On Friday I had a swell day. Was able to catch a bus without significant trouble, get my shoes shined, a haircut (and massage, facial, shave, plus have a vibrator pressed against my skull for a while), buy some socks, and have a nice walk - all for under $3. People were friendly, food was nice, and life was easy. People talked to me about what I was eating. I even picked up the two shirts I was having tailored and they fit, first try! It took me nine attempts to get a shirt replicated accurately in Delhi a couple months back. This, was quite the welcome change.

Saturday however, gave me mediocre food, folks trying to take me for a ride, big crowds, and the aforementioned rickshaw ride. I am not sure how the trip happened. It just seems to be that people can't say 'I don't know' here. We kept on stopping and people kept on giving us directions that sounded confident and right, sometimes from large groups of men who all seemed to agree, but they all ended up just spiraling us off into nowhere. When I finally got to my destination, it turned out to be not just seven blocks and only one turn from the station. The constant renaming of roads, the chaos in the streets, and the general panic all around just makes simple things like getting someplace really, really closeby not possible.

So, sitting at the Mumbai airport, I gotta say, I am excited to be getting to France. I am meeting with the bread professor that Carl implied I may one day turn into, I'll be looking at the twisted politics behind the baguette, and with any luck, in a couple of weeks I will settle down with an apprenticeship at a nice lil' boulangerie someplace. This is the time to shine friends. If you know any bakers, farmers, or people who have the ability to house me in France (or northern Italy, for later), please shoot me an e-mail.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

A Little Less Conversation, A Little More Action Please

Yeah, that's right. I'm alive, and finally posting again. Between hospital trips and the lack of internet cafes I have been a bit m.i.a., but I am back with a laptop and writing again. Huzzah. Below you will find posts covering the past couple of weeks. My New Years wasn't too exciting (anything involving large numbers of Indian fireworks tends to make me want to hide under my bed) but did involve lots of men dressed up as Santa Clause really getting down around some fishing nets. Ooooh-yeah! It's going to be a good year.



Anywho, I leave for France on the 27 and am just winding down with my time in India and trying to get ready for the next big adventure and doing some last minute learning in Mumbai.

Below, the new suit. A present to myself that was retroactively financed as a Christmas present from some loved ones. Thank you to those who have helped in making me to look dashing.






The Middle Path

This past week on the east coast I have had the pleasure of finding out some more information about the MS Swaminathan Foundation. MS Swaminathan* is popularly known as the father of the Indian Green Revolution, but in recent years he has increased his emphasis on the importance of sustainability taking precedence over growth. Talking to folks who work at the organization it feels like a bit of a relief to find an organization which seems to be willing to walk a middle path towards making practical progress in agriculture.

Swaminathan was trained in Mexico at CIMMYT as one of the original 'apostles' of the Green Revolution. He returned to India and helped implement changes in the young country which eventually led to the large increases in grain production - but also the disastrous poisoning of water by fertilizers, lowering of water tables, and destruction of native diets. While one of the principal proponents of change, Swaminathan felt like the work of NGOs and governments at the time weren't doing enough to help preserve the environment and to help work at the core problems of poverty. Back in 1988 he started a foundation using all the award money he had gotten for his work for the Green Revolution to fight against the wrongs of his brain child. The Green Revolution was a short jump towards progress - Swaminathan wanted an 'evergreen' revolution which could continue on.

So, not surprisingly the main tenets of the organization center around sustainability with the core areas being: environment, economy, and culture. The Foundation does research on biodiversity, biotechnology, eco-technology, food security, and infomatics. Sadly timing has worked out in such a way that it looks like I won't get to visit any of their test areas, but just talking to folks and hearing about the work they are doing gives me hope - this may be the longed for middle path. The organization does a little bit of everything because they think it's important to have someone willing to ask all the questions without a political agenda. While the Green Revolution was carried out almost entirely by non-profits hoping to improve agriculture for the people, the changes taking place right now - fertilizer, pesticides, and genetic engineering research - is being done almost exclusively by companies trying to make a buck. Swaminathan is able to combine elements of development work with farming to help use the market to support farmers rather than destroy them. Every question I asked to various persons working for or with the organization I was happy to get reasoned responses rather than righteous rhetoric. With work which hopes to not just curb environmental problems, but also help people I hope that this organization will be able to stick around.


* His first initials are M and S, his last name just happens to contain my first name.

Spicy!

Besides getting bitten by a dog, I had the pleasure of visiting spice and tea plantations while I was up in Kumily and the surrounding mountainside. Most of Kerala's agricultural profit come from the spice trade - and have for a while - so I thought it would be interesting to step a bit out of my element and see how spices are grown. My guide was a kindly fellow named Mr. Sebastian. He and his wife have been farming (and I use the term loosely) a two acre plot of land for spices for the past thirty years. His garden looks much less like agricultural land and much more like a well maintained forest. He farms organically largely because the trees and bushes he collects spices from take so little input anyhow at the low pressure he is working at. Out in the actual forest I was amazed to see most of the plants which he was cultivating growing wild. As a cook, I am accustomed to seeing most of my spices in their processed form so it was exciting to see where they came from and just how they are processed.



Here's pepper. Out of the same berry you get red, white, black, and green pepper. It all depends on how long you let the berry dry and whether you soak it. Black, being the easiest to produce is the cheapest and most common of the peppers.


Turmeric grows as a root, a bit like ginger. To make turmeric powder you just dry it and then grind it up.




Coffee grows in a cute little berry like this, which when opened contains two little coffee beans. The beans need to be dried and roasted before they are ready to be consumed.



Beautiful vanilla has this wacky system of processing involving sun drying, shade drying, wrapping it in burlap, and then some more sun. The whole song and dance takes a number of days and a number of changes. The vanilla plants also has to be manually fertilized because the sex organs have been bred in such a way to not be able to do the task themselves. Hence the high price of real vanilla.



Nutmeg grows in a little fruit which looks a bit like a green plumb and can be used to make toddy (country liquour). Inside the seed you will find a bright red wrapper for the nut which can be dried to make mace. The nut itself is dried and can be ground to become nutmeg.


Sadly, I didn't get to see the innards of the cocoa beans, but I have been told that they contain a dark, bunch of jelly-like fruits. They are somehow in turn made into chocolate. Erm... didn't get the clearest explanation on this one, I will admit. But amazed to see it was so big. Like an oblong grapefruit.


Singing pepper is so named because it is hot and makes those who eat it sing out with pain. It's cute and grows pointing upwards. Dry it for better flavor, it is fresh for a quick pick-me-up.


Tulsi, also known as holy basil, is used to make tea and has a million different ayuvedic properties which will fix your stomach and save your life.


Ash gourd is a gourd which is real good for diabetics. And it's apparently real tasty.


Goats are animals which are incredibly cute and everywhere in South India. They can be slaughtered to make goat meat, sometimes called mutton.


Okra is called lady's finger in this part of the world, and for some reason it grows pointing upwards here. A creepy name and a strange difference, but a tasty, tasty plant.


Eggplants are rarely large round these parts, instead they are little cute balls of joy.


Green tea grows in plantations on adorable little bushes that look like they have been cut to be round topiary placed about in a simple maze pattern flowing over hills. The tea factories make your eyes burn with the intense smell of drying tea.

Wheata Bread!

One of the more interesting organizations who I spoke with while down in Kerela was Health Action by People. The organization is working against the scourges of diseases of the affluent. Through a number of sub-organizations, HAP works at addressing primarily hypertension, diabetes, and heart troubles. Though I learned about lots of their range of activities, there is one project which has been of great interest to me. Aiming to reduce major health troubles HAP has started a bread company. How odd.


While much of what I have been studying has been the indiscriminate introduction of bread products by private companies to try to make a quick buck in developing nations, this is a situation where a non-profit is actively supporting the destruction of indigenous diet with hopes of improving health and the local economy. Wheata is the brainchild of an enthusiastic though, at the time I met him at least, discouraged German man affectionately called “Dr. Karl.” He studied biochemistry but got interested in public health, and somehow ended up in Kerala a couple of year back. While talking with some baker friend of his from Germany he struck upon the idea to promote a healthy change in food consumption through the introduction of whole wheat bread to the region. Diabetes is a major problem in Kerala, the state has six times the rate of the disease as the UK and three times the absolute number of persons diagnosed with the disease, and this just might help.


Leavened bread is being eaten in India, mainly in the form of white bread for breakfast. Toast caught on at some point and now people can't get enough of it. Lke the traditional breakfast food of Kerala appum and iddlyapum (rice flour breads and noodles eaten with vegetable or fish curries), white bread has a low glycemic index. Food with low glycemic indexes aggravate diabetes, whereas foods with higher glycemic indexes, like whole wheat bread, help control blood sugar levels. So, working to fights against the scourge of packaged white bread Dr. Karl started making whole wheat bread. On top of that, HAP is in the process of developing a franchising scheme which would help to spread the bread across the state and allow small businessmen to make a tidy profit peddling the stuff. Priced at just two rupees above white bread, using organic wheat imported from Punjab, no stabilizers, emulsifiers, or preservatives, the bread should be flying off the shelf, right?


Erm... no. Cause people don't like it. Everyone thinks that the whole wheat bread is too dense, too stiff, and just not sweet enough. Eating the bread myself, I must admit it is a bit bland, but I would take it over the store bought white bread any day. It's actually got texture, a crust, and some authentic flavour, though mellow. With a culture that leavened bread isn't a part of, only the most spongy and palatable product survives. So, stuck in a situation where Dr. Karl and Co are trying to convince people to change what they are eating, it is towards an even more radically different diet rather than a more traditional one that they are fighting. It will be interesting to see if the project becomes viable and if it is actually able to make a difference in the eating habits, and health, of Keralans. Until then, I expect that a tragic amount of German whole wheat bread is going to mold.

Friday, January 4, 2008

...dog attack!!!

So, I was bit by a dog. A stray dog. A stray, Indian dog. Good recipe for no fun.

On my way to breakfast (I found a place which has chocolate waffles) some dogs began fighting/fornicating in the street (they seem to go hand in hand) and a shop keeper started tossing rocks at them to get them to move away from his store, and one of them ended up coming up to me, and one way or the other, my right foot ended up in his mouth. The bite broke the skin, but didn't cause any major damage, but the risk of rabies is high and the chances of ever tracking down the dog to get it tested are low, so I rushed to a nice Catholic hospital on the hill and got my first of six rabies shots to come. As some might know, I don't d o well with shots, so afterwards I spent some time laying down in the parking lot so I didn't pass out, much to the amusement of the old women who were sitting outside the hospital. It cost only a $1.25 to get my shot and only took ten minutes to get in and out - cheaper and more efficient health care than we would find back home...

Anyhow, I am now limping a bit, trying to keep the wound from getting infected, and am a bit groggy from the shot. But I am alive. And I am yet to have had the desire to bite others. Phew.

The waffles didn't turn out to be worth it.