Indians of a different Caste

At home in Wyoming, I live on an Indian Reservation of the Native-American kind. Miscalled Indians by Christopher Columbus who thought he had sailed eastward to India, the name stuck. I had the good fortune to dine with the Jawarhalals whose ancestry is from India. The party was part holiday, part birthday and part graduation because our host Mahendrin, a colleague of son Jason's, had just received his M.B.A. degree. The food was exotic to my palate and very tasty-I cannot name the dishes but tastebuds don't care about names.

The kitchen was packed with good things to eat and drink.

Our host Mahendrin, newly minted M.B.A. degree, with two of his children. Daughter with a hula hoop and son with a lightup Elf hat, two other girls were elsewhere. His mother, who lives with them, was in Singapore visiting friends.

The feast, uncovered, in copious quantity: rice, eggs, chicken, shrimp, noodles and vegetables (and peppers!) were combined with spices and sauces to very pleasing effect.

Our hostess "VJ" with my son Jason, was a warm and happy presence-so welcoming and animated. Many employees of Career Ed and and a few others made a convivial and diverse crowd. The Hindu decorations and artifacts in a grand house made for interesting viewing and picture taking. More pictures at the Web Album-click on the small picture below. David, the boss man, came too. A memorable evening-broadened my horizons (and my beam).

Indians of a Different Caste

My scamp of a daughter-in-law, kindly called to tell me to make sure my socks were presentable because shoes were left at the door in this household. I was grateful so she proceeded to tell me to wear a bathrobe. I was a little incredulous, but willing, at that but when she told me to take a pen and make a dot on my forehead, I knew my crank was being yanked.

Son Matt called during the party- in pain. He had had hand surgery to remove growths on the ligaments that turned out to be more extensive than anticipated. It was done under a local and he watched. I hate diabetes more than you can know. It hurts the ones I love.