Love nimbu pani. Of course, it can be had just with salt and pepper sans the sugar. Love the sizzle and the tickle of the nose that the addition of club soda brings!
Thank you for this fine meditation. I was drawn in from the start by your mention of Rex Stout. My roommate in grad school loved the Nero Wolfe series and especially appreciated Wolfe’s deep knowledge of and appreciation for orchids, especially the wild, epiphytic ones. He and I visited my retired parents in central Florida over spring break and spent many happy hours scouting the landscape for epiphytes. Thanks for awakening those memories. As for nimbu pani, it sounds intriguing, but my wife and I, on warm summer days, will still be inclined to indulge in another Indian invention, the clever mating of Dutch Genever with Brazilian tonic water and a wedge of lime.
When Wolfe is done with the dictionary Archie, the narrator of the stories says to him," You knew you were going to burn it when you bought it. Otherwise, you would have ordered leather."
Yes, Archie! I had forgotten about him and his role. That’s a wonderful Nero Wolfe tidbit, of which there are multitudes — and my wonderful, quiet roommate, who was an organic chemist (hence also naturally a pyromaniac), knew them all. But I don’t recall him talking about the dictionary; mainly, it was the orchids!
I confess I always glance at but rarely read those short fiction offerings in the New Yorker. The Orchid Thief surely caught my eye, but if I read it, it left no residue. Now I know I am outing myself as a philistine, but frankly I decided some years ago that life is too short to read fiction. So I read history (including medical history and “natural philosophy”) and enjoy thereby plugging and patching another and another of the many gaps in my colorful tapestry. That way, everything I read connects directly with everything else I have read, as well as with everywhere I travel and have traveled in the world. I think the last novel I read completely (all 500 pages) was Independent People by Halldor Laxness, but that was for the history and the landscape.
Condensed milk?!?! That's the exact opposite of what sounds like a refreshing summer beverage. It's making me hot thinking of it. However, I will be trying Nimbu Pani at some point this summer. THAT sounds tasty.
Nimbu Paani beats the Brazilian version on any hot summer day
Love nimbu pani. Of course, it can be had just with salt and pepper sans the sugar. Love the sizzle and the tickle of the nose that the addition of club soda brings!
Thank you for this fine meditation. I was drawn in from the start by your mention of Rex Stout. My roommate in grad school loved the Nero Wolfe series and especially appreciated Wolfe’s deep knowledge of and appreciation for orchids, especially the wild, epiphytic ones. He and I visited my retired parents in central Florida over spring break and spent many happy hours scouting the landscape for epiphytes. Thanks for awakening those memories. As for nimbu pani, it sounds intriguing, but my wife and I, on warm summer days, will still be inclined to indulge in another Indian invention, the clever mating of Dutch Genever with Brazilian tonic water and a wedge of lime.
Thanks Newell.
When Wolfe is done with the dictionary Archie, the narrator of the stories says to him," You knew you were going to burn it when you bought it. Otherwise, you would have ordered leather."
Yes, Archie! I had forgotten about him and his role. That’s a wonderful Nero Wolfe tidbit, of which there are multitudes — and my wonderful, quiet roommate, who was an organic chemist (hence also naturally a pyromaniac), knew them all. But I don’t recall him talking about the dictionary; mainly, it was the orchids!
Then you must read or have already read ,’The Orchid Thief ‘ by Susan Orlean, a book that has it roots in the longish New Yorker piece she wrote.
I confess I always glance at but rarely read those short fiction offerings in the New Yorker. The Orchid Thief surely caught my eye, but if I read it, it left no residue. Now I know I am outing myself as a philistine, but frankly I decided some years ago that life is too short to read fiction. So I read history (including medical history and “natural philosophy”) and enjoy thereby plugging and patching another and another of the many gaps in my colorful tapestry. That way, everything I read connects directly with everything else I have read, as well as with everywhere I travel and have traveled in the world. I think the last novel I read completely (all 500 pages) was Independent People by Halldor Laxness, but that was for the history and the landscape.
Condensed milk?!?! That's the exact opposite of what sounds like a refreshing summer beverage. It's making me hot thinking of it. However, I will be trying Nimbu Pani at some point this summer. THAT sounds tasty.