I'd like to thank my friend and former colleague, Durga Rao Potarlanka, or Durga for short, for serving up this sumptuous meal. In fact, his mother is responsible for the cooking, and she's such an amazing host that she's always bringing us food. Like every 15 minutes almost! That's just amazing! I would really like to do something for her, for the simple reason that she has treated me so unbelievably well. She has treated me like my mother would treat me, and for that I am most grateful.
There's nothing like home-cooked food, and that's exactly what we have here. First, we have some rice. Next, there's some dal (called "pappu" in Telegu) to the immediate left of the rice, followed by a spicy tomato chutney, far more 'tasty' than 'spicy', and a bowl of crunchy fried rings at 12 o'clock. There was also a pickle, an Indian condiment not the vegetable, that I thought was out of this world! Ooooh la la... Ooof! I ate to my heart's content, not knowing that I was supposed to leave room for dessert. The 'sweet dish' as it is called here in India was "payasam"; a dish usually made of rice, wheat or some legume occasionally, boiled in milk and sugar or jaggery (un-refined sugar), and flavored with the same exotic spices that are a regular part of Indian cuisine. That was a most satisfying experience, and I have Durga and his mother to thank for it.
Nothing like home-cooked food. Can't say that enough. Absolutely nothing like it. There. I said it again. Deeply-sated memories of a meal gone by.