November 9, 2011 in Uncategorized
You may already have gathered from the type of recipes I’ve posted so far that I love spicy food.
My (many) Indian friends have told me that I’m either an Indian in disguise or an honorary white Indian, who they’ve taken to calling ‘Mrs Naidoo” (which comes from a silly verse I repeated to them about ‘My name is Mrs Naidoo, no-one cooks like I do …’ – I’m not carrying on here, but suffice to say that I’ve had more than a few requests to do this whole Mrs Naidoo act whilst these so-called friends are recording the humiliating experience on their phones to blackmail me with later)!!
Interestingly, I could never tolerate even the slightest hint of spice in my food until I fell pregnant with Younger Teen (aka Michael Naidoo).
Once the 24/7 morning sickness abated, I suddenly found myself unable to find food hot enough to satisfy the cravings – mango atchar on bread became my standard breakfast and in-between-snack.
I’m glad to say that this craving didn’t abate after giving birth – but I still find it fascinating that Michael Naidoo will eat raw chillis, has to have ‘hot Perinaise’ on everything he eats (no exaggeration – I’m talking about things ranging from 2-minute noodles to cheese sarmies here) and loves all things spicy (and, dare I admit, all things bling & sparkly)!
Before I digress any more than I already have (if this is actually possible), the whole point of this post is to share my excitement!
On Friday, my Dad turns 82 – and I’m taking him out on a surprise Dad-and-Daughter evening to an Indian restaurant.
He very rarely gets to eat spicy food (despite loving it as much as his semi-Indian daughter and grandson) because my mother can’t eat it.
But she’s going to be away for the weekend.
And, to add to the excitement, I’ve spoken to the relevant person at the restaurant and have been given carte blanche to take photos of anything and everything that takes my fancy (I told them it would be for my foodie blog, as a review of their restaurant), so at least I won’t feel like a complete pawpaw (I’ll just look like one to everyone else in the restaurant)!
Who cares about being a pawpaw?? I’m drooling in anticipation of what I’m going to be eating on Friday night!!