the Indian spice market
K found this store and was excited for me to visit it.
He's been making his own hot sauces of late (we could use a gig for him, and I don't mean making sauces, if you have any connections) and has procured ingredients from far and wide.
Sauces.
Mustard.
Reductions.
Salts.
Honeys.
What did I spy in the market?
Bowls!
Poojah Powder.
Incense. Bought some.
Lunch tins. (I want one!)
Myrrah.
Gripe water!
Falooda!
He's been making his own hot sauces of late (we could use a gig for him, and I don't mean making sauces, if you have any connections) and has procured ingredients from far and wide.
Sauces.
Mustard.
Reductions.
Salts.
Honeys.
What did I spy in the market?
Bowls!
Poojah Powder.
Incense. Bought some.
Lunch tins. (I want one!)
Myrrah.
Gripe water!
Falooda!
Comments
the Three King's gifts in the middle of the summer.
I HATE when K is out of gigs.
And I love these shops. Do I really need to remind you that. You know it.
I loved gripe water as a kid.
happy weekend.
it is POURING RAIN here.
Poojah water - what Winnie drank??
And strangely enough, Mr. Buxom and I had lots of yummy Indian food last night. Palek Paneer, a wonderfully spicy dal with lots of cilantro, an assorted appetizer plate featuring samosas, basmati rice, and naan. An hour later, I could really have used some Gripe Water.
We have many Indian stores in the Boston area, but i just discovered a Middle-Eastern market about 3 blocks from my house that has GIANT cans of stuffed grape leaves. I cried tears of joy over the tahini, hummus, and fresly baked pita. I want to do all my shopping there.
I would be gripped by indecision.
I was once given some incense that smelt like funky spunk. It wasn't pretty.