It’s Sunday nite so therefore I am writing my obligatory blog post about my table at the Sunday Feast. But let me assure you, even though I feel obliged to do this posting, the pleasure is all mine.
The fun began when Padi stopped by my table to gift me some muscadine grapes she picked this weekend. No really, when you make jam, free fresh fruit is about as fun as it usually gets.
What a party!!! Here, Amala Purana tries to eat beautiful baby Manjulali Manjari just so he can get his photo on See Them Eat.
Ho! Ho! Ho! Aren’t those Kiwis hysterical!!! Braja goes hog wild trying to make fun of See Them Eat. Who’s laughing now, I ask? (Answer: ME!!!!! I’m laughing. Baaahaaahaaaaahaaaa!!!! —see, vata very very high!)
Maybe it’s this emo haircut that is making me act like such a freak. Click on the photo to see my overbite up close and laaaaarge!!!!! It likes to make its appearance when I am vata fly. Chomp. Chomp.
Despite my utter lack of composure, respectable people still stopped by my table. Bhakta Rupa, from the Indian state of Orissa, came by to check out my jam and just be a nice guy. I gave him a copy of Rasika’s cd and told him to bootleg it all over India. Rasika wasn’t so psyched about that. Guess I owe her some croissants.
Into the night Jaya Gopal slaved away at his gelateria. Moments after this photo, rain poured down and Jaya Gopal and his wife, Madhavi Lata, quickly set up a tent so that there was no rain on their gelato parade. I have to say, the gelato is awesome! Gelato is often made with eggs, so it was a treat to get an eggless version. It is frozen at a slightly warmer temperature than ice cream, making a completely different experience. It is naturally soft, frozen enough to hold its shape until placed in the mouth, where it instantly melts into cold, sweet flavored cream. it won’t freeze your brain and, as Jaya Gopal likes to tell the ladies, has half the fat of regular ice cream.