Papa, my maternal grandfather, lived in Alto Ranoi, Quitla, Aldona. He and my grandmother raised six children in a large house. I believe all his children were born in that house but I cannot be sure. It's true that some of his grandchildren were born in there. Papa, I'm told, in the days when he… Continue reading An Ode to Papa
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Mapusa Market on a Friday
This market is definitely something to experience. Don't forget to hone your bargaining skills and expect to haggle. It's totally expected of you, the buyer. Of course, you can choose to ignore this advice and pay the asking price but the experience is bland and hardly adventurous. Bear in mind, it's not cool to haggle… Continue reading Mapusa Market on a Friday
Cashew – A Fruit
I'll bet you didn't know the cashew is a fruit. Am I right? If you didn't grow up in cashew country, how would you know? Most people think that the nut itself grows on trees. Few know that it is actually attached to a fruit and that the fruit is utilized as well. So that… Continue reading Cashew – A Fruit
Village Chapel
On the little road that led from the junction of the church road and the village road, on the way to Mae's house, there is a chapel much like this one. A simple little chapel where you could see the cross through a barred off entrance. It wasn't meant to be like a church where… Continue reading Village Chapel
Mapusa Fish Market
It's my birthday tomorrow and my mother told me that while she waited in anticipation for my arrival, all she could smell was fish, I decided to write a blog about the Mapusa market. Yes, you got it, I was born in Mapusa supposedly not far from the fish market. I can't remember if… Continue reading Mapusa Fish Market
Jackfruit
Who remembers this? Mae had a tree right at the foot of the property. If you went over to the steps and stood on the highest part of the concrete, you could reach these. Still, who wanted to grab the pokey exterior. We waited until someone else had the nerve to open it, what a… Continue reading Jackfruit
Tendli Pickle or Tindora
While talking to my cousin in Brampton recently, she reminded me of this wonderful pickle made from tendlis or gherkins, how they are known in the West. Frankly, I've never seen this vegetable in mainstream grocery markets but I suspect that Indian grocery stores worldwide carry them. I remember the vegetable itself is quite bland… Continue reading Tendli Pickle or Tindora
Bodiem House – Side View
If you were looking at Mae's house from the side, the same side where the other Lobo's house is located, this is what it would look like in it's dilapidated condition. When we visited there as youngsters, it was in fine condition. It is sad to see it in this way but also a good… Continue reading Bodiem House – Side View
Godshe from Goa
These days, I find myself thinking of Mae and all the special sweets she would make for us kids who had just arrived from the big city of Bombay. Godshe was one of these sweets - yum. For so long, I've been wanting to find a recipe so I could make it for my own… Continue reading Godshe from Goa
Bibique
Mae made this Bibique for us even when it wasn't Christmas time. All Coans made this this layered cake at Christmas but since us Lobos never went to Bodiem during Christmas, Mae would make it for us in May. Bless that sweet woman who did everything in her power to give her grandchildren a good… Continue reading Bibique
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