I didn’t take a photo for you – but I thought it was glorious. Painted with words my dinner, presented to the family last night was Turmeric Basmati Rice with a Rogan Josh Curry. Freshly blended spices that were so fragrant, intense, pure, exotic.
The aroma was alluring. The rice a warm yellow/orange. The curry a deep brown, lightened in tone with yoghurt. Dotted with big juicy pieces of browned beef.
The Little Fellas polished it off pretty quick. The eldest, over several serves. Maybe it was a fluke. Maybe it was because Daddy said Rogan Josh sounded like a character out of Star Wars.
I turned to Gran. “Did you like the curry Gran?”.
“We could have a sweet curry one night.”
Hmmmm. Yes, we could.
That was the only response I got. I could see through Gran’s Jedi Mind Trick straight away. There was no feedback on the meal she’d eaten. There was no request. Just a statement. “We could have a sweet curry one night.”
So there we have it. Despite the flavoursome, exotic forces that conspired to uplift the palette and the very heart of the family’s mealtime, Gran confirmed once again that her taste buds have systematically been ripped from her head and the Taste Monster still lurks amongst her false teeth.
I briefly hallucinated regarding serving Gran pizza every night for the next week to keep her silent, overjoyed and content. But it doesn’t work that way. In a world of cause and effect, we reap the consequences. Her body will object in some scientifically abstruse manner and we are left to deal with the fallout.
Mrs PP tells me later that a sweet curry to Gran means adding sultanas and canned pineapple pieces. My imagination conjures up the addition of banana, sugar and frozen peas. The sugar to annul or temper those demonic savoury flavours.
I speculate on what Gran might grow in a vegie garden. I can tell you what would grow in Gran’s Diabetic Vegetable Garden.
Onions. Tomatoes & Potatoes.
Mainly potatoes. And white ones. Gran won’t touch sweet potatoes. Not a chance. And though she will eat peas and corn, I don’t have any seeds that will grow frozen ones.
Thankfully, teaching our boys that frozen food doesn’t grow on trees is not necessary.