on sunday night i went out for dinner and a beer with my colleague mr. s – it was a nice quiet close to what was a weekend that could rival some of the best ones from my early 20s. (in the words of my husband: “i’m too old for this shit.”)
anyway, after dinner mr. s wanted to get what i can only guess is an indian after dinner snack. it’s some kind of grain thing, with edible tin foil on top and wrapped in a leaf. the street vendor puts spices, honey and rainbow sprinkles on top. yummers?
here it is:
i tried this snack for the first time about a month ago and what mr. s had forgotten to tell me at the time is that you’re not really supposed to swallow it. kids, it doesn’t taste very good if you do – kind of like licorice attacked your insides. with a dull hacksaw.
mr. s tried to tell me what this snack was called during the first encounter, but i couldn’t understand him. so after a couple tries at the name i just gave up and nodded complacently…and now i still don’t know what it’s called.
so this sunday when we stopped by the vendor of this mysterious after dinner snack, i kindly declined a taste and opted instead to take pictures. while it doesn’t taste good, it sure looks pretty.