Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Growing up, extra present and Nepali.

1. Two men on the bus -- one can't quite believe he's got a missus, a flat and a cat called Rampage.

2. I bring my secret Santa present back to the office. Under the strip lights, the organza bag of sweets is not just Arabian Nights purple: it's cranberry juice red, too.

3. A second Christmas celebration in one day. Tiny tastes and roti starred with coriander.

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  1. 1. The scent from the Christmas tree in reception at work fills the whole stairwell.

    2. The sky is clear and deeply blue.

    3. Happy-sad faces laughing at the manager's speech at someone nice's leaving presentation.

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  2. I'm always slightly startled when I read references made to Indian things by non-Indians... In case of the British, I suppose I shouldn't be, but I still nearly always am! Do you like rotis?

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  3. Katie -- those are lovely.

    Rashimi -- I like rotis very much, but I prefer Peshwari naan. I didn't have that this time because I would have felt greedy eating it when I wasn't very hungry.

    There are loads of Indian restaurants in England. Many of them are run by Bangladeshis. The one in this post is Nepali; but we also have a South Indian restaurant in Tunbridge Wells. And are lucky enough to have a superb Indian supermarket here -- the spices are much cheaper, and, I think, fresher, because no self-respecting Anglo-Indian housewife would stand for the prices and quality in regular supermarkets.

    I think Indian restaurants are popular here because most Brits find daunting the idea of making Indian food at home; and because the service is generally excellent -- the waiters are so kind and polite that they make us feel like kings and queens!

    I love your posts about cooking -- and I squirrel away some of the things you mention so I can look out for them on menus.

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