I am here to smash this common misconception. India has the Himalayas. It gets cold.
Now I’m nowhere near the actual Himalayas but winter is upon us here in Pune. I’ve been gone from ‘home’ for so long that my body would freeze in a tough South Dakota winter. My winter is sweatshirt, jeans, and (on really cold days) socks with my flip flops. I’m perfectly suited for this arrangement.
Sometimes I do miss those South Dakota winters. I miss staying inside, bundled up, in front of the tv with my hot chocolate and marshmallows. I miss watching Keloland tell me to never leave my car if I get trapped on the side of the road in a snow bank. But now that I think about it, I don’t miss snow. I technically miss blizzards. Any other kind of snow is just annoying really.
I also miss my furry boots and crocheting new scarfs and hats.
But this Christmas I get to eat not one but TWO of my favorite Indian dishes: misal pav and pav bhaji. In my book, this makes up for being away from blizzards (and my family) for the Christmas holidays.
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