He came, he cooked and he conquered. Chili chicken was perfect, succulent and tangy with a touch of chili but not too much, in a nice tomato sauce of red and yellow peppers with a sweet and sour taste to it, lots of onions and accompanied by a rich fried rice with chillies and carrots. Boys loved it - no leftovers
Tonight he returns for an indian version.Tomorrow perhaps continental and then once probation is over he will be hired to take the sting out of cooking in Delhi. Why it should be so I am not entirely sure. Perhaps we have had too many years of sanitized supermarket service and it is good but a little trying to get the earth out of leeks and the grit out of salad, to find the sources of good meat and the cheese that has not already turned green in the heat. He will shop en route on his bike, which makes me happy because he will chose fresh produce in season, and arrive in time to throw it all together. Our communication is based on four vegetable words at the moment, gobi, aloo,palak and bindi. I am sure there will be a wealth of wonderful dishes that will start from just these four Hindi words.
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