We were on the ICE train to Paris from Frankfurt. We were hungry and the menu in the bar car was pretty limited. I’m not sure if he was just that hungry, if this was some sort of foraging exploration or if he was trying to be funny. What I do know is that this was a first outing for the Royal Indian Mounted Food Control Police vis à vis currywurst.
I can do a very good imitation of the snort of disdain he gave me when I told him I’d eaten it for lunch last spring. As one might imagine, this is a serious violation of the rules and regs of the Royal Association of Indian Food, a breech of comestibulary decorum, as well as code transgressions, and contravention of standards and dictates…as regards me anyway. And to be honest I can see why. It’s sliced hottened up wieners with ketchup and curry powder. In culinary terms, well, there are no culinary terms here.
He liked it. (What’s not to like?) The next day when we were outing and abouting he was feeling peckish, he recalled it wistfully. I’m certain Ganesha will have something to say about this.
