India, especially southern India, is almost always warm enough for a nice island cocktail—we don’t need to make our fruity drink and then stare out the window longing for summer because it’s always summer! So, in the spirit of Brazilian nationalism and just in time for the holidays, I present Expat Roberto’s Caipirinha con Rum, aka la bebida que hace querer quitarse la ropa—Yes, I’m aware that is Spanish. Yes, I’m aware they speak Portuguese in Brazil. No, I’m not interested in learning Portuguese.
The first year of expat life is like putting to sea—initial excitement quickly turns to sea sickness, the occasional squall, and eventually smooth sailing.
In October, we travelled to Oregon for a few days of good food, great craft beer, and amazing wine. The Beaver State did not disappoint.
The India Pale Ale, or IPA, is as elusive as a Bengal tiger, as flavorful as chana masala, and sought after by virtually every Western expat—as well as some Indian’s. It is a beer without equal and without boundaries. It is the thirst quenching, dry-mouthed, aromatically hoppy king of craft beers, and there isn’t a decent one on all of the Indian subcontinent—save what I and a few other expats bring with us when we return from a trip.