He has a fondness for cheeses that need to be double wrapped, sealed in plastic, put in a cooler and still need to be transported in
the boot when we buy them. Personally one thinks that you can't go past a nice
piece of blue vein... something He delights in pointing out was discovered by
accident when some poor shepherd was forced to eat cheese that had gone mouldy.
He doesn't like hot things while one personally believes that chilli improves
the taste of everything. Needless to say dining out together can be difficult
at times...
"What do you fancy?" is not going to cut it at all
as a negotiation point J
In fifteen years we have never eaten Vietnamese, Tai or
Indian together. In spite of one pointing out that there is a difference
between spicy and hot. OK there might have been the odd experimental nibble of
something that lead to Him being able to breathe fire... but hot is very
subjective. As a result He had trust issues that weren't laid to rest.
That has changed on this diet. On this diet taste has become
very important and His taste buds seemed to have changed. So much so that He
has branched out to trying the odd curry... made mild of course... very mild.
Cannot emphasise how mild enough here. In fact one isn't sure they could still
be called curry J
Anyway the war against bland has been won. How does one know
this you may be wondering? Ah well He came home this morning and said "I
fancy a chicken korma for breakfast". Standing there still sweating from
the morning run one consulted the taste buds as to whether or not they would
accept Indian for breakfast... they seemed surprised it was on offer.
Then of course we had to drive all over the place to find
one. An hour and a half later we were in possession of a curry. By which stage
either of us would have eaten the plastic bag we were that hungry.
Why is it that a win around here never feels a sweet as it
could?
Oh that's right...
M.A.S.T.E.R!
1 comment:
Mmmm curry.
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