#indian grocery in chicago

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[argyrocratie]

"In the case of car culture, the problems of sprawl and automobile dependency did not inevitably result from the automobile itself, but from the power interests that redesigned society around it. The problem was created by subsidies to monoculture development, freeways systems imposed by eminent domain, and legal prohibitions — like zoning — against mixed-use development.

Before the rise of car culture and car-centered urban design, the norm was the compact, mixed-use city or town where residences were within foot, bicycle, bus or streetcar distance of the downtown district where people worked or shopped. Increased population was accommodated primarily by modular proliferation — e.g. the railroad suburb — rather than outward sprawl.

Absent the imposition of car culture by the federal and local governments and by the local real estate industry, the automobile would have served a useful niche function in cities laid out in the old fashion. Its primary market would have been people like farmers in the areas outside cities, where population concentrations were insufficient to be served by streetcar or rail lines. For periodic trips into town and back, perhaps in a small truck capable of conveying a load of vegetables to the farmers’ market or bringing home groceries and dry goods, a light internal combustion engine or electric motor would have been sufficient. With no need for rapid acceleration on the freeway, there would be no point for heavy engine blocks with six cylinders, and the overall weight of the vehicle could be reduced accordingly. With flat body panels capable of being produced on a cutting table, there would have been no need for Detroit’s two- or three-story stamping presses. The automobile industry would have been an affair of hundreds of local factories.

Hence it is not true that “[p]ast a certain threshold of energy consumption, the transportation industry dictates the configuration of social space.” Rather, the configuration of social space dictates the forms of transportation adopted, which dictates the level of energy consumption.

Illich’s tendency to see the proliferation of managerial bureaucracies and their unwilling clienteles as an expansionary phenomenon in its own right with no need for a causal explanation, rather than a secondary effect of larger class and power interests, is also illustrated in his treatment of squatters.

Both the non-modernized and the post-modern oppose society’s ban on spatial self-assertion, and will have to reckon with the police intervening against the nuisance they create. They will be branded as intruders, illegal occupants, anarchists and nuisances, depending on the circumstance under which they assert their liberty to dwell: as Indians who break in and settle on fallow land in Lima; as favellados in Rio de Janeiro, who return to squat on the hillside from which they have just been driven — after 40 years’ occupancy — by the police; as students who dare to convert ruins in Berlin’s Kreuzberg into their dwelling; as Puerto Ricans who force their way back into the walled-up and burnt buildings of the South Bronx. They will all be removed, not so much because of the damage they do to the owner of the site, or because they threaten the health or peace of their neighbors, but because of the challenge to the social axiom that defines a citizen as a unit in need of a standard garage. [emphasis added] Both the Indian tribe that moves down from the Andes into the suburbs of Lima and the Chicago neighborhood council that unplugs itself from the city housing authority challenge the now-prevalent model of the citizen as homo castrensis, billeted man.

Illich’s framing of this as some inherent expansionary logic or hegemonic drive inherent in the “managerial-professional classes” themselves, and not the outcome of a much larger, long-term process of land privatization and enclosure driven by capitalist class interests, is a major critical failure."

-Kevin Carson, ”The Thought of Ivan Illich: A Libertarian Analysis“

[legofanguy]

Road Trip AUgust

A Inuyasha, Legend of Zelda, Swtor, World of Warcraft, Wildstar, Urusei Yatsura, and Fairy Tail crossover for @promptsbytaurie event AUgust 2024 day 8 road trip AU, featuring my original characters.

A group of families from New York are on a road trip across the USA. The first stop on the road is Hocking Hills in Ohio, and the families park their RVs at the camp site. The younger children run to play in the playground as their older siblings and parents set up the camp, with Inuyasha, one of the fathers, moving a table with his daughter Moroha as his wife Kagome get the food ready.

At their camp site, Charlotte Hyrule hold her phone up as she try to get a signal and she ask her mother Zelda while her father Link is put the heavy stuff up, "Mom, where can I get a signal for my phone?" and Zelda tell her older daughter, "Charlotte, the whole point of this trip is to not be on your phone." and Charlotte is spechless.

Meanwhile, Charlotte's young sister Sonia check out the camp with sisters Towa and Setsuna. The camp look nice and it has a swimming pool, but some parts of it look a little old.

At the Mirsan family camp site, the twin girls Kin'u and Gyokuto laugh about the green hair boy Kitaro Moroboshi as he try to start a fire for his little sister Nyoko and her best friend Nasha Dragneel. At the table, their younger brother Hisui is playing a card game with Michael Shan, Ash Dorne, Petra Spar, Kevin Piece, Max Revel, Samson Cadera, and Tao Yaza.

At his family RV, Gramakk the orc read a guide on Hocking Hills as his wife Zanawe put their son Kokdutu to bed.

The next day, the families get ready for a day in Hocking Hills, with Juliasa making sure that her teenage daughter is okay and to not act like her father Crual.

On the park, the families travel around the sites and the girls take selfie of themselves in nature.

Back at the campsite, the adults make plans on where to go next and Inuyasha said to them, "Why don't we travel on Route 66?" and the adults look at each other about the idea.

Soon, by the morning light, the RVs travel on the famous Route 66, starting at Chicago, Illinois. The families first explore the famous sites at Chicago for three days before they hit the road again. While traveling in Illinois, they see the Gemini, the town of Springfield, and Dixie Travel Plaza.

The RVs arrived at Missouri, and they see the World's second largest rocking chair in Fannig, Red's Giant Hamburg, 66 Drive-In, and Ted Drewes on their journey.

The RVs arrived at Kansas, where the families visit Baxter Spring Independent Oil and Gas Service station, drive through Rainbow Bridge, and visit Williams' Store as well Kan-O-Tex Service Station.

The RVs arrived at Oklahoma, where the families visit Blue Whale of Catoosa, Pops restaurant, Round barn, Milk Bottle Grocery, Rock Cafe, and Foyil Filling Station.

The RVs arrived at Texas, where the families visit the Leaning Tower of Britten, Cadiliac ranch, The Big Texan Steak Ranch, and U-Drop Inn.

The RVs arrived at New Mexico, where the families visit Blue Swallow Motel, El Rancho Hotel & Motel, and Maisel's Indian Trading Post.

The RVs arrived at Arizona, where the families visit Wigwam Motel, Standin' on the Corner Park, Jack Rabbit Trading Post, and Meteor City.

The RVs arrived at California, the last stop of Route 66. In California, the families visit Elmer's Bottle Tree Ranch, Cucamonga Service Station, Aztec Hotel, and Los Angeles.

In the Los Angeles hotel, the adults start their plans for the road trip back home and the locations to visit.

[belovedrival]

Random Sunday thoughts.

Even though I post on here almost every day, it feels like forever since I’ve posted about actual personal things.

Minerva sometimes will jump on my leg. Like she’s attacking me. I’m like, girl, I’ll play with you but keep your claws to yourself!

If Jonas’s next clear word is “gentle”, it wouldn’t be a surprise. We say it 800 times daily. He loves Minerva but…toddler and kitten 😳

Oh, and both of them climb everything. I might as well let my hair go all grey. Although I looked in the mirror today and thought I needed it highlighted again because otherwise I look 50. Sheesh. Like getting older? Fine. I can live with that. But I look way older than I feel. Does that make sense?

My in-laws were here a couple weeks ago. It was a good visit. They were here during the last gasp of Indian summer (is that still a phrase that’s used?) - like clear blue skies, 60s and 70 degree weather. My father-in-law (my Other Dad; I love him) did various projects, like installing a cat door. He and I raked up the trillion leaves that were piled up.

On the afternoon before they left, Mister, Dad and I took Jonas to a local lake. There’s a little beach there and a fantastic playground. Jonas waded right into the water (even though it was cold 🥶) and had a blast just digging in the sand. He loved the playground, too. We’re going to have to take him back there.

We enjoyed the 70 degree afternoon on the beach just in time…the next day, the 11th, my in-laws left and it was colder and windy. We woke up early on the 12th to see several inches of snow on the ground. From 70 degrees at 5 pm on Thursday to just after 5 am on Saturday with 20 degrees and snow!! 😱❄️ I’m sure others have had bigger weather swings but nobody here expected snow on November 12th. Not surprisingly, it’s still autumn here but it’s felt like winter for the last week. Which is okay because…

Thanksgiving. 🥐🦃

We’re staying home for Thanksgiving for the first time since we were DATING. Like the last time it was *just us* (well, before Jonas and Minerva the Crazy Cat), it was 2011. That year Mister and I celebrated Thanksgiving at his tiny apartment in Chicago and drove around to several grocery stores on the day (to find an open one) because we’d forgotten to get a pie.

I am ridiculously excited to stay home. It’s about having our own traditions, not just going along with other people’s. I’m going to attempt to bake the crescent rolls my mom’s made for years, and a low sugar apple crisp for dessert. Beyond that, the turkey breast is going into the crockpot, mashed potatoes are on the menu because of course, and there’s green beans that I haven’t decided how to cook yet. It’s not eleventy side dishes but I only really wanted to make the rolls and neither of us want to have a ton to do on the day. The turkey breast is big enough to have leftovers, so there’s going to be plenty of food regardless. Choir is singing on Thanksgiving so as soon as I get home from that mid-morning, I’ll probably just wear pajamas the rest of the day 😂❤️

Mister has been working crazy hours. He’s got an extra class he’s teaching this year (5/6th grade religion) and a bigger 7/8th grade class than last year. Plus finding time to do administrative work. He usually leaves the house around 6 am, gets home about 4:30 or 5, then goes back to school after Jonas is in bed. I’m worried about him burning the candle at both ends but there’s not really a solution other than him getting a sub a couple times a month just so he can keep up with grading. And his class this year is just…not a good one. Like there’s no behavioral issues but the kids just aren’t motivated to do anything other than the bare minimum. He asks questions to get a discussion going, and there’s crickets. The only thing most of the junior high kids (and others) seem to care about is sports. They’ll get the grades to pass, but…there’s no “I want more in my life”. We don’t know if it’s just a rural area thing for kids to not be motivated, if it’s this particular area, or just this group of kids. Mister has heard repeatedly that the kids 3-4 years younger are a lot more engaged, but honestly I wonder what they’ll be like by 7th grade.

All that to say that Mister is not having a good year. After 20 years teaching, he knows how to get kids engaged and interacting, but “talking to these kids is like talking to a brick wall”. And the result of this is we’re actually talking about moving. Again. Maybe next year, or the year after, depending on what other job comes along. He (and I) aren’t super impressed by the kindergarten teacher here and the 1st/2nd grade teacher has been here for decades and is just not what we want for Jonas. She’s stuck in her ways and will NOT change. Beyond that, there’s fewer opportunities here (I won’t say none, because that’s not true) but the sports-mad culture here puts us both off. Like if Jonas loves/is good at sports when he’s older, great - but if not?

Argh, now I’ve written a novel. Sorry. Anyway, if you’re in the US have a happy and healthy Thanksgiving; if you’re from farther away, have a great week and take care of yourself 😊

Until later, friends. ❤️

[trenchcoat-fullof-bees]

The interesting thing about living in Korea is that the thing I miss the most (other than being able to see my friends in person) is food. Like, granted, I live an hour outside of Seoul, but if I want indian food, that's a whole 30 minute bus ride minimum. They don't deliver to me here. I have yet to find good, sour, not-sweet pickles here. Cheese, good cheese, is expensive. There is only like 1 or 2 taco bells in the country and I am near neither, and fruits and most veggies are so expensive.

Back home, I can get whatever kind of food I want pretty much delivered to me within an hour, or I can get the ingredients at the store really quick. Charcuterie with real cheese and cured meats doesn't break the bank, and pickles are a plenty, and Indian food (and pretty much any other kind of food, including Greek, Chinese, even Korean food) is common. Even foreign food grocery stores that aren't really extortionate for the quality.

And granted I know I lived in a good spot back in Michigan, especially for the food, and that yeah it's nothing compared to like NYC or Chicago or whatever, but like. I just miss my pickles and ranch and pizza that isnt sweet and sourdough.

Oh and ovens. Ovens aren't really a thing here like they are back home, so the closest we have on campus are the communal toaster ovens or air fryers, at least unless I buy my own. Korea isn't really a baking culture.

[meanwhileinstasiville]

Read this book in the talent library forever ago

Columbia professor now, I guess. They couldn't figure out how to classify him from the segregation by race that the Chicago gangs use and that part, I thought, was really interesting. He's from Madras.

So he got to hear about "loaner girlfriends" that gang members use to spy on enemy gangs, from a member leader of the Black Kings. He got to hear about cars with no papers because black people get redlined out of those, too. Driving things they can't afford borrowed from people who can.

He got to hear about "she stuck the knife into his stomach over and over while he slept" so he woke up and had a friend take him to the hospital. A stark difference between the latino gangs and the black ones. Neither really claimed him or rejected him because they didn't know what to make of him as an ethnic Indian where there weren't any.

So they treat him somewhere between a non combatant advisor and a dumb journalist between the gangs. The drive-by terrorism turned out to be different from the murder rates. Around the turn of the century (cannot to this day believe I'm saying this), I got on at a grocery store off I-5 in my hometown, and back then the place might as well have been fort knox; we're a secured border crossing with California "the golden gate to the golden state" as the mob of the 1920s called it during prohibition. We *had gangs* and had drug problems, armed highschool kids outnumbered unarmed ones back in the 1980s. But *their parents* out parents I guess you'd say, were all doctors or lawyers, city council people, business owners, big fish corporate types retired to small ponds and such.

(We were so called little Chicago in the 1920s)

So we get "retirees" from there, gangs and otherwise predominantly white but not always and near homogenized back in the 80s. They're not tough, the gang members from Ashland. They *did* have parents that fought it wars and stuff, owning a block because "they stepped on it", having all the connections one would expect of those kinds of lives. They're not college educated and their wives are models and they own businesses that they don't really run in the traditional sense, because they don't know how.

The kids they knew from their own kids in school formed up into these pools around tourist targeting businesses overlapping with the drug trade.

The *parents though* are the real thing or were before they retired. Affluent though they may have been, these kids go off to cut their teeth on sex work or violence or drug peddling like they went to a boarding school; coming home worthy of their parents who have *defined* their cushy lives on the absence of what they were doing. Fortified against it with homogenized white affluence. These are, in a word, the people *running* the activity in Chicago, "phoning it in" they like to call it.

A house costs *millions* of dollars, it's Timbuktu by any city like Chicago's estimate, there are no amenities, full of deadheads who never left the sixties and drug tourists from liberal enclaves from California. So their past shouldn't even want to come here let alone live long enough to turn up here anyway.

When you administrate endemic poverty in a metropolitan area segregated by race, this is the kind of a place you turn up and/or retire to.

"Can't take the jungle out of the tiger" right?

As such, the decades piled on and the *kids had kids* whose *grandparents* were now "somebodies", so *real* gang bangers started to show up from the biggest and most dangerous gangs here, to see and check in on how "the bosses were living" because social media is twenty years old. We get foreigners from Asia and and India, Latin America, Africa, people who live in a house for a few days per year.

There's a dollar general store down the interstate across from where a Walmart supercenter sat since the 90s, "where even Walmart won't go" was their Tennessee tagline. That giant building sat empty for a *very long time* implying cartel or mob juice and on a level completely out of profile for the region. Talent had an estimated population of like 2000 when it went in, the Walmart. So now, ms13 has come in since a series of downturns to represent a whole organization of chickens coming home to roost.

And thinking this was some kind of fortress or something because redlining had created an appearance of impregnability from minorites. So affluent kids could go off and make street names for themselves and return to safety without giving that a second thought.

We *had* harmless homeless around Ashland like out of work actors and people cut loose by san francisco and such. Now we have the illusion that a transnational drug production hub is not down the road, not urbanized and not racially integrated, some ten or fifteen miles from our city center.

Dad had the courtesy (and insight) to move out where they didn't have so much as volunteers; biker land of sorts where people regularly *resolve disputes by shooting into each other's houses* from within their own homes. After my parents divorced. "You bring it with you" whatever you really are "because it always comes through". So and, after you get on somewhere *people like you are going to show up* whether they're soldiers, thugs, amish people, mobsters whatever.

They call it "the game" alternately "being about that life" in the writing there, but Chicago was *doing good* when he wrote his study. Ashland feels it here, after crashes, where they're not.

Japan takes over the world made them seem really driven and overpowered. They're outnumbered by China, outproduced by Americans, outfought by everybody with an army. It looks that way in the 1980s though; like they were running the world. Chicago. Is a borough of New York. It might have eight to ten million in the Illinois metropolitan area. Chicago university. It's pretty well landlocked. It's the same as Japan. You guys aren't leaving North America and progress is a highly educated people *who aren't gang members* and who don't live in the United States.

It's your time to shine, between about 1870s to 1930s Chicago. Citizens were as bad as the worst excesses of any gang today. Have a nice day.

[sultan867]

The Top Indian Grocery Stores to Get a Taste of Realness!

In the bustling and diverse landscape of culinary experiences in today's world, finding authenticity can be a rare gem. For those craving the rich and diverse flavors of Indian cuisine, navigating the streets of New York City leads to a treasure trove – the best Indian grocery stores that offer a genuine taste of authenticity.

Diverse Selection of Authentic Ingredients: Step into these Indian grocery stores, and you're transported to a world where the aroma of spices and the vibrant colors of diverse ingredients create a sensory experience. From fragrant spices like cardamom and cumin to specialty items like ghee and paneer, these stores boast a comprehensive selection that caters to the authenticity seekers.

Fresh Produce that Reflects Quality: One of the hallmarks of an authentic Indian grocery store is its commitment to fresh produce. The best stores in New York City ensure that their fruits and vegetables are of the highest quality, mirroring the freshness found in the local markets of India.

Specialty Items that Define Indian Cuisine: These grocery stores go beyond the basics, offering specialty items that define the essence of Indian cuisine. Whether it's unique lentils, a variety of rice, or hard-to-find spices, each aisle is a journey through the culinary diversity of India.

Catering to Individual Tastes: Authenticity extends beyond the products on the shelves; it also involves understanding and catering to individual tastes. These stores pride themselves on providing a personalized experience, assisting customers in finding the perfect ingredients to recreate the flavors of home or explore new culinary territories.

Culinary Inspiration and Education: Beyond being a shopping destination, the best Indian grocery stores in NYC serve as hubs for culinary inspiration and education. From recipe ideas to cooking demonstrations, these stores are passionate about sharing the knowledge and love for Indian cuisine with their customers.

In conclusion, when it comes to savoring the true taste of authenticity in Indian cuisine, the best Indian grocery stores in New York City stand as pillars of flavor and quality. Whether you're a seasoned chef or an amateur cook, these stores provide a haven where you can embark on a culinary journey that celebrates the richness and authenticity of Indian flavors. So, take a step into these gastronomic gems, explore the aisles, and let your taste buds dance to the tune of authenticity!

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[mr-snailman]

ok look when I said the extended hand of friendship I was fucking lying. They’re gay. They’re two young gay men on opposite sides of the world trying to find a place to belong. They’re both railroad workers and happen to get in terrible accidents at the same time. Metal crumpling, brakes screeching, it’s looking bad. They wake up on a train traveling through a strange place that is both Maharashtra and the greater Chicago area and neither. While exploring this oddly familiar landscape, they figure some things out and fall in love.

but the end of the line has to come sometime. And it does, and they wake up in their separate lives a world away from each other. So then for a year or maybe more we see them trying to figure out was he real? was it real? is he waiting for me? And, yanno, trying to learn Hindi and getting adopted by a roving gang of aunties at the Indian grocery store; watching American movies and walking away with more questions than answers.

but somehow someway they do find each other again. and there’s this moment of terror: is it really you do you remember me do you still want me after everything, but it’s only a moment and then they’re in each other’s arms, laughing and crying a little and kissing like they’ve suddenly discovered that there is a tomorrow. Freeze frame, fade to black, roll credits.

in some alternate universe amitabh bachchan (india's favorite actor, known for angry young man roles and being really fucking tall) met al pacino (known for angry young man roles and being really fucking short) met in the 70s and made a movie about trains, international tensions, cultural differences, and the power of an extended hand of friendship. it's three hours long and has two dance numbers, which is shockingly low for 70s bollywood but plays into the overall theme of meeting in the middle of a cultural divide. in this alternate universe it has replaced my cousin vinny as my dad's favorite film and he quotes the dialogues in the car on the turnpike

[foodinfo]

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[shreyaq]

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Kamdar Plaza- The best Indian Grocery Store in Chicago, IL

Are you the true Indian food lover? If yes, then no matter in which part of the world you are, nothing can stop you from having the best, authentic Indian food. We understand that many of you guys are in the US searching for Indian food. We bet you all must have heard about Quicklly. It is your one-stop solution that has listed up various of Indian food restaurants in Chicago for your service. Not only restaurants but it also has groceries. You name it, they have it because Quicklly offers the best Indian grocery store in Chicago. 

If you are craving a home-like Indian meal, Kamdar Plaza is the place you should be ordering food from. Now, what exactly is Kamdar plaza, what is its background? Tons of questions like this might pop up in your head and why not? You must know about the kind of food that you eat, especially now that we are in the middle of a pandemic! We can’t forget about the game-changer Covid, can we? Following are some details that you should know about Kamdar Plaza.

BACKGROUND

It is authentic and trusted 

Locally crafted Indian street food is available

Dedicated and loyal to its customers

Because of its loyalty and authenticity for almost 30 years, people prefer Kamdar Plaza

It is a store that is listed on Quicklly and serves typical Indian street dishes that will for sure remind you of your home. It also has grocery options that will make your grocery shopping easier. They have the fresh and the best Indian grocery in Chicago.

 The items that Kamdar Plaza has to offer are:

Vegetables

Aata 

Rice deals 

Tea and coffee

Paneer 

Dairy products 

Other than this, they have segregated the options to make it easier for you. These options are as follows:

Grocery

Food and beverages 

Personal care 

Households

The main motto behind doing this is to save your valuable time. They also deliver food at your doorstep and you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. They make sure that all the necessary precautions are taken as we are in a pandemic and can’t really get out of the house. Kamdar Plaza is also pocket-friendly. It is a combo that every Indian in Chicago is looking for. It is probably the best Indian grocery in Chicago that’s on Quicklly and you must give it a shot! If you are a real foodie, let us see how far you can go for the food! Happy eating!

[quickllyusa]

Quicklly, the first and only South Asian local food and grocery marketplace in the US, announced today its first expansion city - the San Francisco Bay Area.

[sabziboxesus]

Online Vegetable Fruit and Grocery Store