The kitchen around noontime is a potpourri of aromas. Some okay, some good, and well, some not so good. To me. I can’t take seafood. Sorry.
So considering we are just 3 desis including me who’d remotely bring home-cooked desi lunch from home at any given day [I am so spoilt eating outside, but on an occasional good day, I schlep some leftovers too!]I was hit by this really yummy smell. Very sabji-kind, and I knew it wasn’t me [loved the Firhouse Sub btw] and I knew it wasn’t the other girl coz I saw her go into Panera. So it had to be Mr. J-who-turned-over-a-new-leaf.
So I popped my head into his office and say
Something smells wonderful. What did wifey make?
O, thank you thank you, she made those er what you call it.. idli, sambar.
Sambar? No, that wasn’t sambar. [in my head I go – Hello, am the queen of sambar!I know how sambar smells!] That smelt very northie!
Yes yes, wife makes special north indian sambar.
Sambar I thought was our domain, now that that’s hijacked, what should we get in return?