So I finally sorted out my apartment with a gas connection and have begun the process of furnishing my apartment. (Issues in the office meant that I could never feel completely settled and was in a state of just waiting for the other shoe to drop.) I think I’ve got off to a good start with the furnishing. I’m thinking of getting some more pillows and a low table so I’m no longer eating breakfast off of my bed. Baby steps.
I used my gas appliance for the first time a little while ago, and boy was that an adventure. I thought I’d make a sambhar with aubergines – a light sauce – and eat that with rice. On the way back home however I felt too tired to go to the store and pick up some rice, since I planned to cook the lentils I would use in my rice cooker. I opted instead to pick up a few chappathi from the nearby kitchen. Mistake number one, as it turned out. Shasti called as I began cooking. I asked her for some tips with making the sambhar, and things went downhill from there:
What kind of Indian are you? You don’t eat sambhar with chappathi! It’s rice or idly!
?! I’m not Indian at all!
I’m not Indian either.
You’re cheating. Your parents are Indian, and you cook this shit all the time!
OK. Fine. Do you have tamarind?
Mistake number two. In the end I had the chappathi with lentil sauce, and fried aubergines.