It is my birthday week. The man isn’t showing any signs of making anything yummy. He keeps asking what he can buy for me. As if anyone needs anything nowadays, staying cooped up at home. Of course, I am not counting the vacuum robot and table top dishwasher that we have recently added to the pile of gadgets at home. More on how they don’t work later. Anyway, this morning, I let out a long sigh and announced “Do you know what I miss? What I really miss? The curry wurst. The one from Berlin, not the soulless, wussy weisswurst from Munich” “Do you now?” “Yes I do” “I thought I was making cake” “Do you not remember last week’s cake? We couldn’t even share it with anyone because the prosecution would have pressed charges for first degree. Premeditated.” Last week, when I was still pretending to be on a keto diet, a cake was attempted. To start with, sugar was substituted with stevia. The call to abandon ship should have been taken at this point of time, but he laboured on. To echo Ducky’s thoughts “I am definitely not ok with Stevia, who’s Stevia?”. The horror did not end there though. The one ingredient that could have salvaged the cake - heavy cream - was forgotten, tucked away between the basket of eggs and unused sugar. He tried to pass it off as a mudpie, but it was really just mud. It was partly my fault though. I keep forgetting to tell him I am only on a keto-ish diet and never on a keto diet. So, there really was no need for extreme stevia induced measures. “Ok let me check the curry wurst recipe” he said. “What is there to check? You take a 5 inch paper plate, place a large sausage, squeeze in tomato sauce from one end, mustard sauce from the other, hope they meet in the middle for a tango, sprinkle chat masala and stick two toothpicks in. Not very unlike the fruit salad person outside Cubbon park.” Ignoring me with a silent scoff and shaking of head, he got to it, “You won’t believe this but the sauce has 20 ingredients. Order curry powder.” “There is no such thing as curry powder. Unless you are in London and have gotten around to calling everything curry” “Also order worcestershire sauce” “This is getting complicated. There is no way I can explain to the dunzo guy what it is.” “Have you ordered yet?” Meanwhile, further research on Germany’s best sausages reveals the man is right. Apparently, a certain Frau Heuwer traded German beer for English curry and voila, the Currywurst was born. And so, the ingredients are ordered and the sauce is made. In a rare display of self control, we decide to put off digging into it, and save it for the picnic next day. The second half of 2020 was full of picnics for us. We were thrilled to have discovered spots around Bangalore that were full of lakes and trees, sprinkled with empty chips packets and premade cocktail tetrapaks crushed out of shape. All of that came to a standstill with 2021 turning out to be an apocalyptic action thriller. But it was time to pick up those trails again! Sunday morning, we packed off early to one of our favourite spots that was full of tall eucalyptus trees, with the basket of sausages, sauces, salamis and eggs in one hand and a football in the other. Just being outdoors does all kinds of good things to the heart. It did help that the curry wurst was spot on, tangy and wursty. An absolutely wonderful way to ring in the birthday I say!
Speaking of birthdays, I love all the wishes I get from banks and mutual funds. Makes my day, makes me feel my money is in the hands of good, sweet, caring people.
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Shankar
24/6/2021 10:10:45 pm
Speaking of birthdays, I love all the wishes I get from banks and mutual funds. Makes my day, makes me feel my money is in the hands of good, sweet, caring people. - that's gold
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Harikrupa Padmanabhan
25/6/2021 05:54:29 am
Loved it totally ! Yeah I hear you when you write Stevia ... Who ?
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