Wednesday, March 18, 2009

This Could Never Happen In New York

The door bell rang and there was our lovely Hindu neighbor holding a basket of food. The day before we tried to get our friend the maid and tell her not to come but got no answer so we had to hang a note out for her and tell her that we were sick. Our neighbor said she saw the note and here she was with a late breakfast for us.
One pot was puffy little cakes of grain and the other
A tempting sauce with interesting seeds. We ladled it over the little white cakes. Our neighbor said that it would make us well. It did! We had been sick a number of days and were at the point where we needed strength and we got it from this wonderful Indian food.
Chennai is a city of 10 or 12 million, we don't think anyone really knows for sure, but we got home town care yesterday. This could never happen in New York.
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4 comments:

Chris said...

Sorry to hear you haven't been feeling well and glad you are on the mend. I am grateful that someone reached out to you.

March 18, 2009 at 11:44 AM
Jaime said...

So happy you are well. I can't remember the last time someone brought me food when I was sick...how nice!

March 18, 2009 at 1:24 PM
Elizabeth said...

So glad someone is looking out for you!

March 18, 2009 at 10:10 PM
Bridget said...

Sorry that you both have been sick. I am glad you are feeling better. All the kids have take turn being ill with the stomach bug and it is no fun! Today is the first day back in a week they are all at school!

March 19, 2009 at 5:55 AM

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