Indian Food

–WIP– (this blog is currently under development)

There are experiences in your life that leave you confident in the obvious conclusion. I’ve had those with electric fences, cinnemon flavored adult drinks and Indian Food.

Indian Food is the worst. I knew it. It was the worst stuff I ever put in my mouth. I couldn’t understand how anyone would eat that stuff!
I gave it a try and stuck with it, but make no mistake. Indian Food is not good.

This is what I knew for a while. If asked, I’d share the truth.

And then I found myself in a situation.
A good friend of mine, Gopi, invited me over for lunch.
It was Diwali and his wife, Shital, was cooking a feast.
He was walking distance from the office and it was a beautiful day. There was no escaping the invitation.

We trekked towards his home. He spoke about the great care that goes into making these meals. Each ingredient and preparation method had a purpose. There were benefits to the taste, sure, but benefits for the body as well. Some ingredients help with your digestion while others were good for your heart.
I don’t recall all of the details, but remember being impressed that so much more intentionality went into it than any meal I had had experienced.
As wonderful as the meals I grew up eating, the best intentionality I ever heard of was to reduce the gamey taste of a wild animal.

The smell was quite familiar to me as I entered the home. I remember previous residences introducing that to me. There was a small group of us so I was able to hide out a little when it was time to eat.

I wasn’t ready for what happened next. It was my Green Eggs & Ham moment!

Indian Food is Amazing!

The bread was warm and soft and elastic. The lentils were cooked but not soggy. All of the flavors gave me a near religious experience!

There were some which I didn’t care for, but that’s just because I’ve never liked black liquorish.

On the way back I confessed to Gopi that I was hesitant to come.
Always kind and curious, he asked me why. I explained my prior experience and beliefs.
Prodding more, he asked where this experience occured.

“At the mall food court” I confessed. It was the most accessible option for me.

“You dummy!” he rightfully retorted “No wonder you had a bad experience! You need to go where they know what they are doing!”/ He promptly gave me a list of 3 local restaurants which did amazing work.

That day changed my life. I’ve had some of the best meals of my life at Indian Restaurants.

P.S. My favorite part of this story was when I was telling it during a Lean Coffee.
As it had been close to a decade, I didn’t immediately recognize Shital sitting at the table with me.
She recognized before I did.
She deservedly bore a broad smile as I spoke of her magnificent meal to others. The photo above was my plate at the restaurant she and Gopi selected when we met in 2022.