After the group sat I counted nine waiters and food servers hovering around our table. India, being a labor-centric country, always seems to have twice as many people doing a job than required. These white-turbaned gents zoomed around the table dropping a sweet dish, farsan, kadhi, rice, roti, potato vegetable, green vegetable, dal and chat onto our plates. Once my plate was full I glanced over at Di who hails from Australia and saw her carefully observing her plate. She has an incredible eye for detail which makes her a talented photographer and her dry wit makes her fun to travel with. We silently nodded at each other and the food. She then whispered that a mushy green object with thorn like tentacles, that just was placed on her plate reminded her of something pretty similar to what she stepped in earlier while dodging cattle in the back alleys of Ahmedabad.