"What is this!"
"Bluefish curry. I was
hoping to find mackerel, but there weren't any. This looked somewhat similar.
Hasn't turned out too bad, has it?"
"It's astounding!
Fabulous! Amazing!"
"Thanks, I wasn't sure
how it would turn out!"
"Is all Indian food this
spicy?"
"I'd say not all of it.
This is a coastal dish, Malwani, it's called. But there are other sorts that are less brutal on the palate."
"Yes, variety is key. My mother she told
me the same thing about Colombian cooking."
"Was she a good
cook?"
"Terrible."
"Really?"
"My father did the
cooking at home. When mom cooked we suddenly remembered we were on a diet. My
father always told me, 'Ana, your mother is a wonderful woman but you're lucky
your father knows how to cook'."
"My mother is a brilliant
cook. She makes Parsee stuff, Maharashtrian food, Goan, Italian...why are you
taking off your t-shirt?"
"Because I'm sweating!
This is HOT FOOD."
"Actually, if this curry
makes you take off your t-shirt, I think I just discovered an entirely new
level of meaning for the word HOT FOOD."
"I should instagram a
photo of me right now with the caption 'Bluefish curry and me' "
"Right, of course...you
know, a friend just suggested I compile my Facebook posts with our
conversations into a book."
"I love the idea! Wait a
minute. Check this out - there you go; use this photo!"
"I can't use THIS photo.
Mine is a family-friendly feed!"
"Is that why you don't
give me your Facebook password? Worried I'll post inappropriate photos?"
"Not so much worried as
pretty certain."
"Maybe you would prefer
it if I shut down my Instagram too then?"
"Miss S, I would never
dream of censoring YOU. But it's MY Facebook feed. You see, where you come
from, and the people you know, are very different from the where I come from,
and the people I know. I don't even use your full name on here, because, after
all, as Shakespeare said...."
"Agua!"
"What?"
"Agua! Water!"
"Yes, I know, but where
does water come into it? Shakespeare wrote in English, not Spanish. Maybe
you're thinking of Marquez."
"I swallowed a hot
pepper, you priceless ass! Give me water!"
"Oh. There you go."
"Am I a hot pepper
too?"
"A Red Savina
Habanero."
"New caption for new
photo!!"
"Sigh! I'm getting back
to lunch."
"You never pay me any
attention."
"That's so unfair!"
"Here I am, in a state of
partial undress, and you're still eating! Fish, I mean."
"Here you are, in a state
of partial undress, and you're still eating, too."
"This is so good,
though."
"So good."
"We will need ice-cream
after."
"We don't have ice-cream,
Ana."
"Crap. Yogurt?"
"Nope."
"So what DO we
have?"
"Water."
"Blegh. So we will have
to go out then?"
"Seems inevitable."
"I hate wearing clothes
when I've removed them for a purpose."
"You generally hate
wearing clothes."
"That's....like...so...agua. Dame agua!"
"Let's concentrate on the
food and talk less, yes? That way maybe you'll eat more fish and less
chilli"
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