I have always been a fan of the amazing Chinese food, especially when its tweaked to our Indian tastes. Its lovely to eat, taste and even discuss. It brings families together, especially on special occassions.
Thats slight changed for me now. I have absolutely nothing against the Chinese. They are nice people, warm, friendly and always wear a smile on the face. Sweet.
Where I currently live, there are more than 15 Chinese folks who live here. We pass each other, say our hellos and carry on. But for the past couple of days, whenever I cross the kitchen I can smell the most-awesome-sauce-with-vegetables cooking. Every day. And Im not exaggerating. The kitchen is usually occuped with the most beautiful looking meats, fish, vegetables and sauces. Sometimes there is a wonderful bowl of oriental spices with salad as well. They sit together and eat, chit chat and create some wonderful conversations that we always wish we could figure out!
We on the other hand, the simple Indians, are living on rice and handmade-pickles-from-our Grandmother's-closet. We cook a plain vegetable with the rice sometimes and are happy. We eat silently, cherishing our meal, and leaving the eating area quietly. But recently we gave into the pressure of *them* and ambitiously decided to cook chicken and treat ourselves. The point to note is that , what we thought was chicken was actually not. Thankfully, it wasnt what I didnt want it to be. Phew! Abuses were hurled at the supermarket packaging and a couple at the Chinese as well.
So now it feels like India vs China. In a normal sort of way. We have almost lost it. Out of sheer jealousy and annoyance, of more than one thing, that repeats itself, more than once. Lets hope we can match their cooking skills, if nothing else!
Thats slight changed for me now. I have absolutely nothing against the Chinese. They are nice people, warm, friendly and always wear a smile on the face. Sweet.
Where I currently live, there are more than 15 Chinese folks who live here. We pass each other, say our hellos and carry on. But for the past couple of days, whenever I cross the kitchen I can smell the most-awesome-sauce-with-vegetables cooking. Every day. And Im not exaggerating. The kitchen is usually occuped with the most beautiful looking meats, fish, vegetables and sauces. Sometimes there is a wonderful bowl of oriental spices with salad as well. They sit together and eat, chit chat and create some wonderful conversations that we always wish we could figure out!
We on the other hand, the simple Indians, are living on rice and handmade-pickles-from-our Grandmother's-closet. We cook a plain vegetable with the rice sometimes and are happy. We eat silently, cherishing our meal, and leaving the eating area quietly. But recently we gave into the pressure of *them* and ambitiously decided to cook chicken and treat ourselves. The point to note is that , what we thought was chicken was actually not. Thankfully, it wasnt what I didnt want it to be. Phew! Abuses were hurled at the supermarket packaging and a couple at the Chinese as well.
So now it feels like India vs China. In a normal sort of way. We have almost lost it. Out of sheer jealousy and annoyance, of more than one thing, that repeats itself, more than once. Lets hope we can match their cooking skills, if nothing else!
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