Foods of Varanasi…

I’ve been wanting to write about my experience with the food since I have gotten here and there’s been so much more on my mind other than the food. India has 28 states and in each state they have their own dialect of Hindi that is not universally spoken. The same goes with the foods of the different regions. The local foods are different and the influences of the different countries (French, British, Portugese, etc.) that have occupied parts of India have left their influences as well. When I researched Indian cooking years ago I was confused about it and now I have a better understanding as to why. Varanasi is not really considered part of northern India. I have a couple more days here before I head to my noble silence 10 day meditation retreat (Vipassana). Where I’m heading next has yet to be determined… it could be Rishikesh or Lucknow or Delhi or Patna… I’ll see after Vipassana.

I booked a room at an Air B&B at the southern end of Varanasi off the beaten path from the town. I did not want to stay in the craziness of the city right here. When I was looking at places to stay I ask the host if they were willing to cook with me and show me cultural cuisine in the area. What happened was a complete blessing. The family I am staying with has been so gracious and generous to me. The woman running the place is named Reeta. She has been taking exquisite care of me while I’m here. She has been cooking nearly every meal and some with me. Washing my clothes and cleaning. I’ve never experienced such care in my life. It makes me weepy just writing this because of how much I feel cared for here. I will be sad to leave.

I am getting home cooked food nearly every day. I wish I could remember all the names of the dishes that I’ve tried so far. Most everything has turmeric in it. Not all have the common Indian spices (cardamom, cinnamon, cumin, coriander, chili, mustard seed, fenugreek, etc.), some are plain and simple with just turmeric. Most everything has onions, ginger and garlic. Roti/Chapati

Reeta has been so generous with me and it seems like treating guests this well is part of the culture here. I asked to be taken to the market so I could get food for the household. I was taken to the butcher, the produce and the dry goods places. These places/stores are where the family have been doing business with for generations. The way of family and relationships here is part of the culture. Back home in the USA there isn’t so much emphasis on the relationships of doing business. And I see that changing in the years I’ve been in Maine. See my previous writing about this here.

At the butcher, there was a goat meat on the table covered with a cloth with flies all over it and it was slaughtered a couple hours before and the owner didn’t think that was fresh enough for them, so they slaughtered another goat right away. There is no refrigeration or any means of sanitation, etc. I knew the meat was extremely fresh and would be cooked thoroughly so I felt ok about it. People in America would be mortified seeing the slaughtering of the animals let alone the conditions I was part of. This is naturally part of how things work around here.

I also wanted to get spices, rice and ingredients for dal at another market. People drink Chai here every day. I like my Chai flavorful and wanted to make sure the spices were here for that. There is also a basmati rice that are just pieces of the rice grain and not the full rice grain. It is less expensive, and people use that as well. I don’t think I’ve seen that in the USA before.

The fruits and vegetables are absolutely fabulous. Everything is very fresh. The family that owned the produce shop also they have been buying from for generations. The fresh fruits and vegetables are all the same at all of the markets here… pomegranates, pineapple, apples, eggplant, bitter gourd, beets, and others. I bought all the things that I wanted to and then some. We came home with a lot of food and Reeta was a bit upset with me for paying for things. I said that’s how I like to give back.

 

I have so much to write about… like being invited to go to a friend of the families for dinner to make litti and choka. And someone coming to the house to make peetha. Making Roti/Chapati is done multiple times a day and the recipe for the dough is really easy to make. Reetsa’s husband Gappu likes to cook the meat curries and I’ve ad goat curry and chicken curry. There is lots of hand work in making these items, not my cup of tea to do and people here are really patient and good at it. I showed Reeta how I make my basmati rice pilaf… rinsing and soaking and using less water than they do, and she seems to like it a little better because the rice isn’t so mushy soft. I gave a cooking lesson to Reeta’s son Raunaq on how to make tomato sauce for pasta and still have to show him béchamel and Reeta’s son wants to learn how to make pizza dough. I’m just not sure about the wheat flour here… I think it’s whole wheat and not the same kind of flour we are used to in the usa.

Making Litti
Peetha (above)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Faith…. Devotion… Karma….

Varanasi is a town where it’s Hindi people display a level of devotion like I have never experienced. It doesn’t matter whether you are dirt poor or own a luxury home, everyone has access to the same temples, ceremonies and practices. This is unlike other religions where you must pay to become members of temples or churches in order to have access to the rituals that come along with the religion. Like in the Jewish faith that I was born into. In order to get b’nai mitzvah or married you have to belong to synagogue. In the Hindu religion there is nothing to pay, other than donations. The poor sit next to the rich and there is no separation. Everyone is the same.

I have been here in Varanasi for a week now. I have seen the luxury homes and the poor living next door. I have seen the morning and evening aarti’s where thousands of people gather to worship the Ganga River and Shiva. I have walked the streets in the daytime and the night in this very densely populated area. I have met people who do not have a home and live on their rickshaws and in their shops. And yet these people have a faith in their tradition, in themselves and for each other like I have never seen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

They also believe in karma… which means action, work or deed; it also refers to the spiritual principle of cause and effect where intent and actions of an individual (cause) influence the future of that individual (effect). People here keep up their daily rituals of bathing in the Ganges river at sunrise, praying in the temples, participating in the morning and evening aarti’s while performing their work. Whether it is being present at the cremation Ghats to educate tourists or run a clothing shop. It is clear that money and business success does not drive most here. It is the faith they keep in their belief systems, the devotional practices that keep them aligned with their personal and religious values which people believe contribute to their karma. If we have faith, and engage in our devotional practices of our belief structures, whether they are religious or not they will help dictate the direction of the goodness in our lives… and maybe even our next lives?

             

Being brought into this world in the Jewish faith has given me a particular view of what it means to do good in this world (mitzvah), to pray and belief in one god. When I reached my 40’s I realized there was more to religious beliefs other than the old testament… my study of the mystical traditions which brought me a way of seeing, of holding a vision of the world and each other in a positive light. We are all perfectly created god’s creatures and we need to continue that practice of seeing each other in that way. Being in India tells me that I have been on the right track all along. Even in the face of extreme poverty, human disfigurement and idolatry. Having an ongoing practice supporting own beliefs and supporting each other’s beliefs at the same time.

I would invite you to consider where your personal belief/value structure lies in the greatest good and service to the world and your fellow human and how you are supporting those beliefs in your ongoing practice(s).

People Are Beautiful! My own bliss baby taught me that back in the USA. I just didn’t get it until now.

What is Success? In Business? In Our Relationships? – Day 4

Last night we had a beautiful conversation over cocktails and dinner with yet more new friends I was being introduced to. There was an elder gentleman grew up here in Varanasi and is charge of finance for a hospital and a woman from the Philippines on a photo-journalist travel journey. There was a question that was proposed to the table by the elder… at the end of the day … “How to you gauge business at the end of the day?” It’s impossible to do that at the beginning of the day and even in the middle of the day. Reflection happens at the end of the day or at a time where there feels like a completion of sorts.

This man who proposed the question is a wise man who has grown up here in Varanasi all his life. He is well educated. After I answered his question… 1) How much money you made during the day 2) were people happy with what your performance? 3) were you happy with your own performance? Those happened to be all the wrong answers. So what are the correct answers?

I think a lot of the USA is mostly primarily concerned with the bottom line in business. When I first moved to Maine I realized that the “dog eat dog” mentality that I was used to in the big cities was not going to work here. It became about cultivating relationships while doing business. It’s from those relationships that make us be successful and good at what we do. It is not all the money in the bank or the stuff we can accumulate or the cars we drive that bring us happiness. It’s in our relationships where we can be supported to personally grow, as well as our economic livelihood, and in union together. Unconditional positive regard for each other as Carl Rogers once put it.

I appreciated this reminder from an Indian elder today as I am traveling through a country with lots of diverse economic classes where people live in luxury and alongside them there are other people living in their street side shops and under tarps on the side of the road. Everyone deserves to be treated with the same dignity and respect no matter what our background, color, class or creed.

Assi and Burning Ghats – Day 3 – September 24

There is just so much to take in as I’m bombarded with data in a new way of being here in India. I also have so much to write about and document. I won’t be one of those people constantly behind the lens of a camera because I want to be present to all that is in front of me. I am being fed incredibly well and learning so much about northern Indian cooking. It’s taking me several days to get used to the culture here and receive the gracious service that is being provided for me. I’m still settling into it all. Yes, Sharon… I am a little slow and that way of being is looking right at me at the moment even though I can be ambivalent about it.

I decided last night after meeting a new friend that I would take my first adventure to Assi and the Burning Ghats for the sunrise puja at 545am. That means that I would need to leave the place I’m staying about 445a to make sure I have the time I need to get there. It’s about an hour walk or a 10 min taxi ride. 445a is still in the dark of night here so I took my headlamp to walk the streets. The shopkeepers on the streets actually live in their little shops at night. I have to admit that walking the dark streets was a little scary by myself. I passed a few young children who were curious about me and stopped and turned around which really aroused my fear. It was so early that there were not any taxis. I did see a couple heading past me in the other direction to the bus station and I picked one up on its way back. Why oh why did I choose (or was it chosen for me) the dark of night to get introduced to the streets of Varanasi for the first time by myself? It did all work out just fine.

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I get to the Assi Ghat just in time for the start of the morning puja with singing and chanting. What a sweet way to wake to the new day. My friend showed up and we make our way to the burning ghat to see about the cremation ceremonies. After over a decade of hospice work a lot of the draw for me here in Varanasi is the death/cremation ceremonies. It’s about to get real…. super fast. We run into someone that works at the burning ghat who immediately takes my hand and starts to teach me about the ritual. There is a body on a fire with one of the family members tending to it as part of the ceremony. I’m surrounded in piles of wood and people who are helping the families with food, drinks and ceremony. All I can do is take it all in and stay out of everyone’s way. I get taken to the fire where all the fires get started from. This fire is said to have been burning continuously for over 3500 years. My face is being filled with smoke from the fire below, the smell of burning flesh penetrating my senses and I’m not even being phased other than my eyes tearing up from the smoke. As we walk around to all the different areas of the ghat in comes another body being carried by family members to be bathed in the Ganges as a first step of the ceremony. There are people sifting through the ashes after cremation to see if they can find any valuable stones or gold, the families do not take any of that. I donate money to provide wood for families who cannot afford it and give something to the man who is taking the time to educate me. Meanwhile… we stop and sit for a chai and sit down…as I check in with myself… I don’t feel like I’m in my body… is this real or is this a dream? What is real anyway? (Insert Matrix movie quotes here). I am here… right where I want to be… where I’ve dreamed of being for a long long time. With a new friend… just breathing. WOAH! WTF? (Insert talking heads video… how did I get here?)

I could sit at this burning ghat for hours just taking it all in… and I will return to do that. Now it’s time to go with our guide and explore. So many temples here in Varanasi. Over 200 of them. Some of them are really tiny and others are massive and can hold hundreds of people. What was reinforced in me is that we can create any space we like and call it a temple. With our own devotional practices and sacred rituals. That’s exactly what they did here in Varanasi. Where are you creating the sacred space in your life to allow the realization of your own true/unique self and become the person you are meant to become?

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