Written evening of July 8th.
We have landed safe and sound in Delhi and are currently chilling out in our hotel room. But before I show you a few airport and airport food pictures, I need to tell you about this sweet.
A Karachi fruit biscuit. It’s famous in Hyderabad. Seriously. Aakanshi told us at the start of our Hyderabad stay that we had to try a fruit biscuit from Karachi Bakery. Everyone we mentioned the biscuit to raved enthusiastically about the sweet. It’s like a Karachi cult. And we want some of the Kool-Aid.
Our road to biscuit nirvana was not without some difficulties though. We first sought out Karachi Bakery about a week ago. Aakanshi invited M and I over to her family’s house for a home-cooked Indian meal (which was wonderful by the way) and I wanted to bring something. Mumsies wouldn’t let me live it down if I showed up empty-handed. So M and I thought it would be perfect to bring some of these famous cookies. We’d bring them and be sure to snag a few at Aakanshi’s so we can try them too.
No such luck. Aakanshi’s family had prepared so many foods and snacks that we never got to the biscuits. M was so sad. I think he actually threw a silent pout fit because we missed out on tasting one.
So that’s how our first Karachi biscuit ran away from us.
Last night, we were determined to eat a Karachi cookie or die trying. Literally. We had to run across six lanes of traffic – three in one direction, three in the other – to reach the bakery. Here in India, no one follows road lanes or lights really, and the pedestrian most definitely does NOT have the right of way, so we were risking getting squashed flatter than a frog.But no way, we were victorious. We got a kilo of biscuits and ate them this morning. They are really good. Kind of taste like slightly banana-ey and rose water-ish buttery shortbread, but really good. I ate nine biscuits in lieu of lunch. Not lying.
Worth the mad death dash through cars and buses.