Monday, November 14, 2011

Bon appétit


In the beginning, food was a nightmare. DH is a Hindu, lacto-vegetarian twice a week for devotion, and loves his chili 7 days a week, and I had a hard time trying to find recipes that he would like and that would also please the kids.

I suppose I am what you call a flexitarian. I try to eat less animal flesh, and I sometimes go on vegetarian diets for a period of time. It can be for philosophical and economic reasons, or for health reasons. I firmly believe that health starts with food, so it is important to use spices and herbs as much as possible. In this I take example on my mother, who claims to be a big meat eater but often goes on strange mono-diets following her intuition. I remember how after a few trips to Italy she went into the habit of doing meals out of red bell peppers and white bean and french bean salad.

My children however thought food was a good way to make mummy remember daddy. 
And for a while they rejected anything remotely Indian. Fair enough.

During the journey I found out that for my husband salads and soups are definitely not favourites, he even thinks it's not food but snacks. However I converted him to charcuterie and wine easily. About this I have mixed feelings ; if you eat too much of that stuff it's bad for health and at the same time extreme right parties have been trying to use charcuterie (made of pork mostly) against muslims and immigrants lately.

It also took me time to realise, he will accept to eat beef but not cow, and preferably when they are cooked outside the house. In fact, as my Tamil teacher explained later, most Hindu Tamils don't like to consume meat from a female animal. My Indian colleague however loves her steack unconditionnally.

I tried many recipes from many books but DH didn't especially like my Indian recipes until I found out this remarkable website which describes tasteful yet simple Indian family recipes :

I had to buy a pressure cooker and that felt so empowering. 

Then the day I freely adapted a vegan chili using the One Page Cookbook, I got a lot of praise and felt very smart. That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship with the One Page Cookbook. At last I feel I understand the basics of Tamil cuisine !

However I do feel slighly alarmed by these specific recipes intended for hotel rooms, using such ustensils as a kettle and an iron. Next time I go to a hotel I'll have to remember to check the iron before using it on clothes !

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

One year

This week-end was our first wedding anniversary. I organized a week-end to the French Riviera, so that my hubby could discover a different aspect of France.

He noticed two things :
- it's beautiful
- people are not used to seing Indians around here.

On the last day, we had some time to kill before the train. We were wondering what to do. He was expecting me to decide since "we always do what you decide dear" and I had just told him that was not a nice thing to say and we would do what he decided, when, suddenly a Tamil guy came by in the tiny village street and started to talk to my hubby. It turns out that man was a sailor with a broken-heart.

So we ended up spending the afternoon listening to the guy's story of how his arranged mariage got cancelled. Actually, I don't know enough Tamil to understand what was said but it seems there was a long debate about love marriage vs arranged marriage. Meanwhile I took a sun bath and tried not to stare at the Chinese middle-aged man who was singing to the sea.

The sailor thought I was not happy. I was tired and didn't know what to say and was passing time observing people. The sailor told me my hubby is a good man, and that he has a heart under his black skin. I don't know why Tamil men keep telling me this. I'm beginning to find this suspicious.

Later I tried to find out about my hubby's point of view and couldn't understand what he told me.

It seems Coyote and the Monkey spirit were part of the journey :)