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Konkan Yatra

If you were wondering where I went to last weekend (and I know some of you did, since I vanished on our book posting day), I was out on a trip to the Konkan coast. No, not the Goa Konkan. But some truly beautiful, unspoilt, off-the-beaten-track beaches. Some lovely small towns, and a journey through the Ghats. Where the mountains and the sea give you a California-like feel.

Surprisingly, despite the fishing vessels spread all along its coasts, the town we went to was mostly vegetarian. At least, our resort was. Since being this close to the sea leaves them with very little fresh vegetable/fruit options, the cuisine is heavy on grains and legumes. As you can see in one of the our dinners:



This is by no means typical Maharashtrian food. But there are bits and pieces you won't see anywhere else. Like the nachani papad. Or the very delicious dal and aloo bhaji.

Oh! and the breakfast was such fun. We got sabudana wada and poha one day. Batata wada and sheera the next. A few thousand calories each time, but who counts on a vacation!

Comments

lubnakarim06 said…
Platter looks welcoming.
Rachel said…
So this is the picnic eh?

great food there!
Bharti said…
Nice! Glad u had a lovely time!
Which part of the Konkan coast. Given the sabudana wada, I'd say you're in Maharashtra.
The Konkan coast offers scenery that's unbelievably beautiful.
Anonymous said…
Yes, I was in Maharashtra. We went to Dapoli and Harhareshwar
Bhawana said…
wow plate is looking very tempting. I wish I wud have been there to have all items :)
Lakshmi said…
ahaaa..I am all set and ready for having that plate ..looks soo inviting
Usha said…
This is my first visit to your blog,you have a very nice one,the kheer below looks delicious and I agree who counts calories on a vacation :)
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