The new boss-type guy at work turned out to be totally nice - a little. . . different in the social sense - i.e. he doesn't understand that it's a little off to stand 2.5 inches away from another person at all times or stare enraptured while I'm filling out monotonous form paperwork for 15 minutes thus making me want to write faster than I have in my entire life and get cramps in my hand just so I can STOP writing and run away - but otherwise a pretty cool dude.
Yesterday he asked me if I'd like some coffee that he was going to make and I declined because I'm avoiding caffeine for the baby. He went on to explain that it's not really coffee but something he drinks that he just calls coffee because the Indian word for it would make no sense to me. Cool, it sounded like an adventure so I said I'd love some.
And. Oh My GAWD! - in a good way! He brought me this warm wonderful sweet drink that I'd never tasted anything like before - but was AWESOME. My tongue recognized milk, cinnamon, sugar and nutmeg and he managed to tell me that there are a few different nuts in it as well as ginger. He has a lot of English words missing from his vocabulary so he couldn't really explain what it was - plus I was probably freaking him out by barely containing myself and over-exclaiming and freaking out about how good it was and bombarding him with 28 questions at once - so I really don't have much of a clue as to what all is really in it. I DO know that if I could find a mix or somehow make it I would drink it every day and now I'm all freaked out and am going to stalk google for an answer.
He wasn't finished though! OH MY GAAAWWWD, later on he brought down something on a plate for me to try (picture to your right) and being my assey-retard self my first thougt was "Ok, I loved his coffee but why is he bringing me egg noodles?" And then I tried them. They were like nothing I've EVER tasted but they sure as hell were not egg noodles.
He said his wife makes them and they're made of beans and some potato and a bunch of spices. They were crunchy and good and the most perfect level of spicy obtainable (I think I tasted jalepeno?) and somehow reminded me of pizza sauce - but not really at all, just a certain spice in there that must be IN pizza sauce. And catnip. There was this vague flavor of the way catnip smells and now I'm afraid I'm going to steal my cats toy and throw catnip on our tacos because for some odd reason it was really damn good.
Next time he came down to check in he brought me a piece of tortilla that looked like a plain ole flour tortilla so I of course in all ignorance thought "Why is he bringing me a plain tortilla? I live in Mexico." Of course I tasted it and it turned out to be sweet, which was cool and I thought "Oh, well, it's a tortilla with sugar, I guess they all can't be winners." AND THEN I took a second bite. . . and. . . and this flavor that I can't even BEGIN to describe came slow and sexy out of the background and pounced on my brain like "HA! And you thought I was PLAIN! Who's the bitch now HAHAHAAAAA!" I could have cried it was so good.
SO, this Indian man (Manoj) has shared these THREE off-the-charts super delicious foods with me and I'm having a FIT in my head because he can't tell me what they really are or the ingredients. He told me his wife made all of it and when she comes here in a few weeks he'd be happy to bring me more. How sweet of him but no, no I'm pretty sure I'd like to instead beg his wife to live in her kitchen for a week or so and watch HER every move 2.5 inches away like a strange person. Ahhh how the tables can turn Gringa!
The shitty part? This friday is my last day and till today I WAS happy about that. DAG GUMMIT! I've even got it planned out in my head that if she wouldn't teach me to cook I'd sing show-tunes to her - IN SPANISH - Telemundo style until she gives in. But no, I'll be over in Mexico trying not to have a premature baby. Damn it unborn-Daisy, I for realz want to learn to cook Indian, you better be cute as hell - just sayin.
I can't believe that this whole world of food has been floating around out there my entire life with me having NO CLUE that it could be SO AWESOME and wonderful. Yes, duh, it's not like I've traveled the world so I'm sure there's lots of great food out there but. . . but DAMN IT you know? If he would have brought me 3 things and just ONE of them had been good that would be pretty cool - but THREE!?
I've never been to an Indian restaurant but now I'm 100% sure that I'll not survive and my life will NOT be complete until I find one and somehow try EVERYTHING. Till I find one I'll be stalking the internet trying to figure out how to make some of this stuff because I can NOT go without having it again.
(Just how the hell a white girl from the U.S. is going to begin cooking Indian cuisine in Mexico I'm not sure, but I'm damned determined I'll tell you that.)
OKAY! SOOOOOO - have you ever had an insane food epiphany? Or even a funny one? (SHARE IT WITH ME OR I'LL SEND YOU CHAIN MAIL) Like, have you ever been just waltzing along eating Macaroni and Cheese and stumbled across something amazing? You HAVE to share! (So I can go out and try it too.)
I haven't been this excited since my previous boss took me to a fancy restaurant and ordered us both salads with bleu cheese and even though I thought she was INSANE because bleu cheese is made of MOLD I ate it because I didn't want her to think I was a strange retarded bumkin - thus discovering that mold is freaking DELICIOUS and my life was somehow more complete. (And then I got knocked up and haven't been able to eat it for 8 months because knocked up people aren't supposed to eat mold (damn it Daisy you had REALLY better be cute.) )
Share YOUR epiphanie please. :)