US Immigration: Indian-Americans Love Their Sweets

While waiting for my luggage at San Francisco airport, I chatted with an Indian-American woman who had just returned from a trip to India.

She asked: “What did the immigration officer ask you just now?”

Me: “What the purpose of my trip back to China was. Why, what did they ask you?”

Her, with a slight smile: “Whether I had brought any sweets.”

Indian-American woman standing next to her interjects: “Oh yeah, me too.”

Me: “Really? Does this happen often?”

Both of them nod vigorously: “Every time.”

So now you know. Apparently Indian-Americans are known to love carrying sweets back from their motherland. Can’t say I blame them, yum.

Interesting related tidbit from a friend of mine who’d done some contract work with TSA – the guy said he looks out for cookware when Mexican-Americans come back from Mexico. Why I have no idea, but perhaps specialized cookware to make authentic food?

Either way, I love how both Indians and Mexicans are known to bring back goods in the food category. I can absolutely understand that, having ferried handmade woks (I know, how more stereotypical can you get? Hah!) and countless bags of tea, speciality Hong Kong snacks and so forth.

I could go on and on and wax lyrical on how fundamental food is to culture and identity, but I’ll spare you. Basically, this is an empathic nod to others like us. :)

 

Why Costco Is One Of My Favorite Places In San Francisco

I’m not being facetious.

From my observations over the past 11 months in SF, Costco is the most diverse place in the city from most standpoints (socioeconomic, race, etc). It’s more about behavior than demographics, with everyone there for the same thing I am:

A good deal. Bang for your buck. Value and quality at an affordable price. However you say it, it all makes my heart skip a beat.

From the well-groomed young white couple peering at the gluten-free, organic foodstuffs’ labeling for a dinner party to the Chinese family of five flipping through the book aisle (child in Cantonese: “Mom pleeeaaaseeee, this is really very educational!”) to the scruffy young intern stocking up on boxes of beer for a tech accelerator…

It’s nice.