was very brave this past weekend. I went, all by myself,
to an Indian restaurant and ordered food I've never
had before. The reason this is a big deal for me is
that all my memories of Indian food are of the super-spicy
food my mother liked - hot pink chicken and so on -
which I could not eat. The spices were to the flavor
of food as an air raid siren is to music. It takes
a bit of work to overcome those kinds of memories and
give something another go, but, what the heck, there's
an Indian restaurant near me that I've never visited
in the 10 years I've had my condo.
Anyhow, the food was good, I had mild chicken tikka masala
with some fluffy rice. The bright orange of the sauce
alarmed me initially - pushing those childhood memory
buttons, you know - but it tasted fine. I also had some
fruit-stuffed naan which was more like pastry than bread.
(I did get ambushed by a pre-meal chiplike thing that
was mild when I ate it but caused my tongue to burn
afterwards. I'll know better next time.)
So! For lunch today, I have leftover chicken tikka masala
over rice and some of my
homemade naan, which I tore
into bits because I like the look of torn naan, OK?
I also have zucchini &
onion stir-fry, and purple imo-yokan
because I didn't have a leftover green veggie or dessert.