In triumphing over inertia and inspired by all the food mentioned in the book (faloodas and mango pickles and "curries and meatballs of intransigence," "fish salans of stubbornness and the birianis of determination"), I ruminated to my roommate that I should write a blog about food and books. It took a shameful number of hours later to remember that I already had one. My poor, neglected blog.
Unlike all the previous resurrections, I make no promises about how often or in what manner I will update this, but I am tentatively hopeful of both reading more and cooking (at all) again. I have visions of eating homemade lemon rice while hurtling toward the end of Midnight's Children. Wish me luck, and thank you, Mr. Rushdie.