It has been a ” minute ” since I posted. Life has made it difficult for me to focus. But I am here tonight to focus on joy. Food, when it is prepared to my specifications, often leads me to my happy place. Indian food is such a delight for me. I could probably eat it daily if my body would allow it.
I have been dreaming of tandoori chicken for months. Waiting for the right opportunity to get my fix. My health often prevents me from eating even slightly spicy food. The lack of great Indian places locally is also an obstacle. But recently I found the time and opportunity to take a leisurely lunch break on a workday. It was very indulgent to dine on Indian food and then return to client sessions.
Often my dining expectations are not met. Maybe it was the pandemic, but some past favorite spots have not been so great. However not on this random Wednesday. The chicken was sizzling, tender, and flavorful. The basmati rice was a lovely foil. Basmati, not the cheap all purpose rice with peas. No peas please!
The naan was warm and buttery and properly cooked ( translate to not burnt ). The chutneys and lemon added dimension to each bite. I was finally living in the moment. No thoughts about atrocities, autocracies, or idiocy. All is well when I have made it to the happy place. I was once told by someone beloved that eternity can live in a moment. My goal is to take the joy and immerse my soul in it.
tandoori chicken image courtesy of Kavi3d, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
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