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Jaime had seen these pastries, Jalebis, on a picture in our Lonely Planet guidebook. When we chanced upon a stall that sold them, naturally she sent her trusty scout (me) out to find one for her. After handing over twenty cents to the unnaturally obese salesperson, I returned with my booty wrapped up in a newspaper bag. Proud to have supplied my wife with her heart’s desire, I watched her take a first, delicate bite on the orange pastry. With bated breath, I waited for her approval.
“Yuck this is absolutely inedible!!”
Turns out Jalebis are nothing else than deep fried batter filled with sugary syrup. The taste is reminiscent of the bag it was delivered in, to which is added the lamest, unflavored hyper-sweet syrup explosion imaginable. The calorie count is still classified by the Indian authorities.
Unstamped by the seatsofourpants.com stamp of approval.
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