A friend from Ireland was sharing his amazement on the way Indians have utmost devotion and love for their food. He said, in Ireland they eat because they have to and aren’t picky, but Indians just relish their food. The variety, the taste diversity, and the multitude of cooking methods make Indian food unique. And yeah, I couldn’t agree more. Being a foodie myself, good food is what I live for. Its my ultimate sin…aye hai…the alu parontha, the butter chicken, the masala dosa, the vada pav, the dal makhni…yum yum yum..
The biggest turn off for me is bad-looking food, with the next worst thing being boring and bland food 🙄
So, I thought of sharing an incident with you all. I recently had to fly for a meeting and had the misfortune of being pre-booked on an airline “corporate meal” which leaves a lot to be desired.
My humble question to whoever is designing this corporate shit..aaa…uhhhhjj…I mean meal….. dude/ madame were you sick or high on drugs?????. Pardon my grammar, but what the hell were you thinking????
Who would want to eat a caramel popcorn for lunch with a sorry-looking cold and soggy sandwich…ereooweee…Couldn’t you design a la ” corporate meal” with something delicious or a surprise to look forward to…. rice crackers……chia seeds desert and some other nonsense is not that we want… yuck……
Coming back to my starving journey, I had this weird, unpalatable option..uhhh..corporate meal…booked for my to and fro journey. The “to” part of the journey made me hungry enough to roast and eat the air hostess serving the crap uhhh sorry…. the “corporate meal” to me.
Thankfully, my gluttonous self had a bag of chips and a few packets of biscuits and believe me, they gave their all and more to keep me alive. God bless their creator……amen!
For the “fro” part of the journey, I was prepared. Amusingly though the chef at the breakfast counter of the Hotel where I stayed, nearly had a heart attack when I asked for my second Masala Dosa while I was halfway through the first..his look of unadulterated pure horror, topped by confusion….on lil me’s humble request despite me carrying my “other” plate nearly overloaded with 2 pooris, 2 medu vadas and 2 extremely weird looking paneer Parontha pieces was well quite embarrassing. The cherry on the top was my slight build and lean body type, which made the poor guy wonder, where the hell will such a large quantum of food go????? hee hee…. well well well….never underestimate the hogging capability of a Punjabi 😉
I sheepishly smiled and re-iterated, please, “May I get my Second Dosa”?
Though he did get my dosa along with my requested super strong coffee, he still seemed to be in daze, giving me looks of disdain, as if he was feeding a starving homeless person who just got “free food” and wants to eat her breakfast, lunch and dinner at one go.😁
Anyways, thanks to the sumptuous breakfast, I managed to survive my “fro” flight without even touching the God-forsaken caramel popcorn…which was somebody’s Idea of a corporate meal….!
Did anyone else face this challenge of being famished and staring at an inedible “corporate meal” forlornly, hoping that it would magically transform to something tasty or at least edible!………do let me know ….🤪
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