Swagatam Miss Apron - Day 1

Namaste friends,

I arrived this afternoon at Amrita 's front door

all safe and sound,having crossed 2 continents by air.

I am quite a globetrotter am I not!

I' ve had such enjoyable and exotic visits in

the United States, Canada, Norway, the Philippines and

now its the land of the Taj Mahal- India.

I received a very warm (in every sense of

the word) Swagatam or welcome here in Allahabad,

a fairly large city in North India.

Amrita created a special seat ,

spreading a silk saree for me, as

her red carpet is all rolled up for

the summer.

In India guests are served a hot or cold

drink with a lite snack, followed

by whatever refreshments the hosts

have in the house.
It helped me get over my jet lag.

She was about to make a stir fry dish

with a vegetable called koond-roo(kundru)

and potatoes.

While she worked in the
kitchen, Mama and I heard
listened to Christian Internet Radio
on the veranda.

Amrita cut up the potatoes and kundru.
And stir fried with with sliced onions and chopped garlic, powdered turmeric ,
roasted cumin seeds and dried red chillies

This was eaten with wholewheat
bread called chapatis.
India is land of multi ethnic cuisines.
You can get lost in this
Amazon (or amazing) forest of food.
Indian food preferences are
influenced by religion, caste, ethnicity,
state, agriculture, language and economic status.
And of course health is another consideration.
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As additions to her posts
Amrita wants to talk about my ancestors,
aprons or protective garments
from the Bible.

The world 's first apron was hastily woven together
by Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden,
after they had eaten the forbidden fruit.,
thus committing sin.
The knowledge of good and evil dawned upon
them and their eyes were opened
towards their own nakedness.
Their bodies became vessels of
guilt and shame instead of
glory and grace.
So to cover the nudity of their mind
and body they stitched together garments made with
fig leaves.
These leafy vestments would be complete failures
because fig leaves irritate the skin and would soon
whither and fall off., or the wind would
blow them away.
Our first parents needed a strong,
trustworthy, durable
and hard wearing raiment.
We shall talk about that in our next post.