Author Archives: Sachin Saagar Singh

Well, this is awkward.  Only four and a half months after my most recent endeavor into the world of wheat, grain and other fruits of agrarian labor, I have returned. Missed me? Me neither. I don’t even have a valid excuse for missing these posts – I’ve just been one lazy son of a bitch-slappingContinue reading “Breadonomics”

(Cue music: AC/DC’s Highway to Hell) (Strained whisper) ‘You idiot, that’s the wrong song…how many times did we practice this…’ (Record scratch) (Cue music: AC/DC’s Back in Black) That’s right, ladies and gentlebreadheads, I’m back! After a month long hiatus spent in the torturous chambers of Work and Hell, I have returned with prodigious grandeurContinue reading “Breadheads Against Venture Capitalists”

Good afternoooooooooooooooooooooooooon, breadheads! It’s actually past midnight as I write this, but hey, maybe it’s afternoon for some of you. In any case it’s the thought that counts and it’s always afternoon in the eternal pseudo-sunset of my flighty heart and time is a relative conception anyway and e is equal to mc squared andContinue reading “An afternoon dissertation on waffle nostalgia”

Today is Taco Tuesday, so I ate tacos for breakfast. It’s actually Sunday, but hey, it’s Taco Tuesday in my heart. As I ate the tacos for breakfast on a Sunday morning, I felt particularly pessimistic about the fate of the world – not in the least because I was eating tacos for breakfast onContinue reading “Spiritual Taco Tuesdays”

Today I ate a dosa, which is a thin pancake or crepe common in South India consisting of lentils and rice. My mother told me she made a dosa because she was too lazy to make Real Breakfast for us (whatever that is). I do not enjoy dosas much. Laziness is, I think, Public EnemyContinue reading “What’s so lazy about dosas?”

Today I ate a bagel and immediately began an existential foray into the intangible abstract world that has become the equivalent of some figurative gas station that my Fiat of a mind visits every few weeks when it is running out of philosophical-dread-fuel.  Let’s talk about Afghanistan. Just kidding. I’m having a bad hair dayContinue reading “Bread, Bagels and Benedict Anderson”

Today I was eating a tomato-mozzarella sandwich, which was decorated with a pretty toothpick and a basil garnish. I feel like food nowadays is all about image – when I’m ordering bread from restaurants nowadays, be it disguised as a margherita pizza or a Subway footlong, I just look at the pictures, and the nihilistContinue reading “The Imagery of Mozzarella Sandwiches”

Today I was eating garlic bread – the mainstream fan favorite – and I started to think about working out. One of my friends is what can only be described as a ‘gym bro’, the sort of weirdly endearing individual who insists on microanalyzing everything that goes into their mouths using a fitness app andContinue reading “Garlic-Flavored Gym Bros”

Objectively speaking I am not a bread enthusiast. That’s the truth. But, dear breadheads, I will endeavour to be that persevering idealist; that timeless agent of truth – that which folklore refers to as a so-called ‘bread head’. Join me, as I begin this intransient foray into the starry-eyed world of bread (and other things);Continue reading “Going Against the Grain”