It’s the week of Thanksgiving and I’m trying madly to pull myself away from hiking up mountains and mountain biking up fire roads because it’s almost the holiday and hosting an Anglo Indian Thanksgiving means meal prepping a few things ahead of time. Do I really need to set aside my hiking boots and my …
Today amongst the falling fall leaves floating in the mountain breeze, I voted for the first time in the city of Big Bear Lake and I also made the most unbelievable mint chutney. I tried to do my civic duty with my mail in ballot but I filled out one of the state propositions very, …
I grew up around rabbits. My best friend had a hutch full of terrified rabbits that would pee on everything and everyone if you tried to hold them. I do admit that some of them are kind of cute but I just don’t get pets that are terrified of their owners. And that’s why I …
One year ago today we were waking up to eighty degree mornings in our rented apartment in Bangalore. There were no snowy mornings hiking through fresh powder. No walks with my dog in her fanciest sweater through alpine valleys. The only snowflakes we saw were the cheap plastic ones on our fake Christmas tree in …
Last August under the hot Colorado sun I learned how to make homemade parathas from my Anglo-Indian boyfriend’s mother, an expert at this age-old Indian flatbread. She gave us a quick course on authentic paratha making 101 at our campsite in the gorgeous mountains outside Telluride. This was six months after I visited Karnataka and Bangalore …