Of Lunches and Surprises

One must not actually post anything today. Being busy and all. Parallelly processing so many things. "So many balls in the air" one is trying to juggle just now.

But when a discovery happens, it must be shared, of course?

One likes very much that element of surprise in the three-tier stainless steel dabba lunch. Maybe a pickle? Maybe a nicely fried aloo bhaji? If only the mater were here, she would even do something indulgent like chips, which go so well with the sambar saadam. But the cook, the one who spells hope early in the morning, is sweet too, one must not compare or complain.

Third dabba lunch (of the week) today yielded a favourite beans thing. One smacked ones lips literally and dug in and wound it all up, eco-friendly-ly using a green towel in place of a paper napkin. And body-friendly-ly drinking mucho water.

Edited to add: Dabba no. 5 was not as nice an experience. The surprise related to switching the vertical order of the subji & curd rice was nice. Cabbage was a vegetable that one avoided like the plague in childhood. Adulthood has made one tolerate it vaguely in some forms, but the brownish dry cabbage curry (which, incidentally, the husband loves), is still not a pleasant vision.