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Mark's Stories: How I learned to love Indian Food - Mark Atwood
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Mark's Stories: How I learned to love Indian Food
In the early 90s, I worked for a small company at which the president and one of the co-founders was high-caste Indian. While I was working there, he got married. All of the staff were invited to the reception.

So come the appointed day, I showed up at the venue. It was done up in lots of streamers of cloth of a lot of bright and heavy colors (not so much in the way of pastels or light florals). There were a lot of guests, an assortment of his business partners, and the Salt Lake area Indian expat scene.

And there was a MOUNTAIN of food. I mean it. Hundreds and hundreds of trays of food, on a huge table, on racks so they formed a rising wall of steaming options.

They all were fresh, they all were assorted shades of yellow and red, they all smelled delicious. And I had no idea what any of them were.

I took a plate, and worked my way down the side of the mountain of food, taking just a spoonful of each dish, until my plate was heaping full. By no means did I have a sample of everything.

I sat at one of the tables, was social with the other guests, and ate the food. It was delicious and filling, warm and spicy. And I still had not idea what most of it was.

After I was done, I went and found my host and his new wife, shook their hands, and left, for my next appointment that day.


Some weeks later, when he came back from his honeymoon, he stuck his head in my office.

"Mark, was there something wrong with the food?"

"No, it was amazing! Delicious. I had never had anything like it before."


Apparently, I had left during during the appetizers, and the main courses hadn't even been brought out yet.

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tanjent From: tanjent Date: March 25th, 2010 02:48 am (UTC) (Link)
was this in india or america?

*stomach grumbles*
fallenpegasus From: fallenpegasus Date: March 25th, 2010 03:56 am (UTC) (Link)
It was in Utah
ladyallyn From: ladyallyn Date: March 25th, 2010 02:52 am (UTC) (Link)
No one warned you not to have any appointments later in the day of a traditional Indian wedding reception. eh? (or the next several days, depending on how fond they are of you)

They are a joy and a learning experience, indeed!
fallenpegasus From: fallenpegasus Date: March 25th, 2010 03:56 am (UTC) (Link)
It was amazing. "Traditional world" feast tradition, "Western world" wealth.
gipsieee From: gipsieee Date: March 25th, 2010 03:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Hah! Whoops.
Now if only dinner tonight had been that tasty. It wasn't bad.... BTW I'm guessing the dias on behind you was for wedding celebrations.
fallenpegasus From: fallenpegasus Date: March 25th, 2010 03:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, it was ok this evening, but nowhere near that good.
mauser From: mauser Date: March 26th, 2010 03:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Said of Hors d'ourves:

"Ah, what foods these morsels be?" - Nick Dellaponti.
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