Dallas and I went to an Indian restaurant in WeHo last night. I was amazed that there were all these dishes on the menu that I recognized, like bhel puri. I had been to this restaurant several times before I left for India, and it struck me that these items had always been there, but I had never known what they were, or they never sounded very good from reading the descriptions. Now, having returned from a year in India, I totally recognized them with a fondness and memory of the various places and times I had experienced eating them. It is funny how we form habits, even around the “foreign” things that we recognize, and that sometimes these habits prevent us from venturing into new territory.
Unfortunately, they were only so so, de-spiced as they were for an American palette. But it was a lovely reminder of the past year.