Making Thanksgiving stuffing without an oven

In case it's helpful to anyone else currently living without an oven, I just made pretty delicious stuffing on the stove! I sauteed some onions and garlic, threw them in a pan with dried bread cubes, and added two eggs beaten with milk and Italian seasoning (the only non-Indian seasoning we had). After cooking for a few minutes on the stove (flipping it to cook through), it tasted like Thanksgiving! 

Growing organics for Delhi

This week I had the chance to learn more about The Altitude Store, a social enterprise building the limited demand for organics in Delhi and helping small farmers find markets for their produce. Ayesha Grewal, the founder, works with small farmers in the Himalayas to process their crops into high-value organic products like apple juice and marmalade. She has recently started selling the vegetables that these farmers grow as well.

On Wednesday, I hopped out of my auto at The Altitude Store in Delhi's Shanti Niketan Market just in time to see the last of the organic vegetables packed up for delivery to households in Delhi. Then Ayesha and I headed out through Delhi traffic to visit the farm where she gets her organic eggs and poultry. As we drove through the farm gates, we were welcomed by three enthusiastic Rottweilers and a French farmer named Roger. Roger's farm has provided organic vegetables and free range eggs and poultry to Delhi since 1994. After a lovely French lunch–made  almost entirely from food grown on Roger's farm–Ayesha and Roger inspected the growing lettuce, baby carrots, and arugula and discussed the order for Friday's delivery.

Ayesha and Roger discuss the crops growing on Roger's farm.

Although his kindness and commitment to organic agriculture impressed me, Roger isn't the kind of person Ayesha founded The Altitude Store to support. The store's mission is to improve livelihoods for the small farmers in the Himalayas; these farmers, whom I'm hoping to visit soon, provide most of the products Ayesha sells. But selling specialty products like the baby lettuce grown on Roger's farm helps her build a customer base for the products that come from the small farmers.

After bidding adieu to Roger and his dogs, Ayesha and I headed to a green oasis of organic and biodynamic farming: her own family's farm in Rajasthan. Along with Roger's farm, this farm supplements what the Himalayan farmers can grow. This ensures that all the vegetables her customers want are available. Out in the fields, Ayesha showed me how the amla trees planted in the fields provide shade in the hot Rajasthani summer (and are perfect places to hang a net that provides even more shade). The trees lose all their leaves in winter to allow the sun to come through when needed. They also fix nitrogen in the soil. Ayesha is looking for recipes for delicious products to make with the healthy amla fruit, so let me know if you know of any!

A bicycle tire protects the bottom edge of this

 wicker stool (but it got put on a little late).

The amla trees were only the beginning of the interesting natural innovations that keep this farm functioning. Re-used bicycle tires find new lives holding together the walls in the cow shed and protecting the bottoms of wicker chairs. Planting nasturtiums, garlic, and marigolds keeps pests away from the lettuce. As we drank chai made with fresh milk from Ayesha's two cows and sweetened with honey from the hives on the farm, I found myself wishing there were some way we could help all India’s farmers build farms like this. Is there a way to make organic, biodynamic farming work on a large scale?

Although recent reports have shown frighteningly high levels of pesticides and chemicals on fruit and vegetables sold in Delhi, few people are currently willing to pay the extra cost of Ayesha’s organic products. But I think entrepreneurs like her play an important role by providing healthily grown crops to those who can and will pay—supporting organic and biodynamic farms where they do exist—and building greater awareness of and more demand for pesticide-free produce.

Surveying lettuce fields on the farm in Rajasthan.

Travel with Annual Status of Education Report in Orissa

I spent the last two weeks of October traveling with the Annual Status of Education Report (ASER), which mobilizes volunteers to test whether kids in rural India can read and do basic arithmetic. Every year, ASER reaches every rural district in India and tests over 700,000 children--truly a mammoth task!

One of the pieces I wrote about my experience with ASER was just published on the ASER blog, along with a poem one of the ASER staff members and I composed for fun.

An unexpected parade

There’s nothing more entertaining than living right across from a temple in the heart of Delhi.

This morning I was feeling bummed about being sick and having to miss my planned trip to a giant camel fair and beauty show. I never would have suspected that the camels would come to me! Around 4:30pm today, a melodic droning and drumbeat increased gradually in volume outside the window of our apartment. Soon, it was too loud for me to keep reading about statistical analysis. I had to run to the balcony and see if this was yet another of the wedding parties that often stop to dance outside “our” temple.

Instead, it was a full-blown Sikh parade, right outside our door. Horse-drawn carriages, floats covered in marigolds, about five uniformed bands, several tractors, and even some drooling, gawky camels stopped traffic for a half-hour. In front of the temple, a group of men smilingly doled out what must have been about a thousand shiny paper bowls of sweet peanut mush to fortify the paraders (I ran downstairs to sample it during a break in the parade).

Everyone was in a festive mood. One old man made sure to sprinkle every group with marigold petals, earnestly ensuring that the petals were properly torn before he tossed them. Sikh men and women chanted into microphones attached to the floats. Bands of all ages—including some little uniformed girls who stored their peanut treats in their tambourines—played lively, brassy dance music. My housemates and I exchanged waves and dance moves with some of the band members and boys on top of the floats.

Women in the truck receive little bowls of sweet peanut mush.

As soon as the last float passed, the autos and rickshaws who had been patiently awaiting resumed their honking, frenetic flow. A large tractor-drawn water tank passed by, and some boys playfully created wet designs in the street with its hose. In comparison with the scale of the mess—paper bowls, extra peanut mush, flower petals—scattered everywhere, it was more of an amusing afterthought than an attempt at cleanup. 

Despite asking, we couldn’t figure out exactly what the parade was celebrating. Please comment on the post if you have any insights. Meanwhile, I’m just enjoying the unexpected treat!