The Hungry Vegetarian is beginning to move

The Hungry Vegetarian is moving again, albeit in a slow lumbering way like Gojira after a very long nap under Monster Island. We at the Hungry Vegetarian will be widening the scope of posts to include whatever comes to mind. SO, the pole sirens are blaring, the ee awww ee awww of the police cars are screeching through the doppler spins of our minds. we are coming.

The wonderful and very important world of Indian Food Blogging.

I discovered the blogging world though my relentless search for authentic recipes to satisfy my obsession with vegetarian Indian food. I was introduced to Indian food back in the fall of 1983, when I was a student at the New School for Social Research. A friend of mine, who grew up on the Upper East Side, wanted me to expand my food horizons as I was, at that time, a hick straight from the sticks of Nassau County Long Island. He said “you need to try it”! I was afraid thinking, “well isn’t it too hot”? He assured me I shouldn’t worry. Well, I think my friend was playing a bit of a trick because the next thing he suggested was to get a lamb Vindaloo. I did, and for the next hour or so tried to finish the chili pepper infused bowl of death. I was sweating into my bowl of stewed lamb. He sat there and said, “That’s not even hot”! The thing is -- I was hooked. I loved the taste and the papadum lentil wafers before the food came and the lassi. He was right about it all; he just was having a little fun with me telling me to get Vindaloo instead of a nice Tikka Masala. That was well before I heard of ahimsa or anything remotely resembling a doctrine of non-harmfulness regarding our fellow beings.