“Indian” food

I had a way-too-short vacation in California. One night I made dinner which is about as much a vacation as I really ever need. I mean, aside from the anxiety I normally have about everything. I made some sort of tikka masala-ish chicken which I roasted on an onion raft. I had Indian snacks, made curry-spiced and herbed rice, buttered naan, my world famous raita and some weird nut-butter green beans which I could have lived without. It was all good but the best part was the onions.

When I told the Royal Indian Mounted Police I was making Indian food he said Indian while making air quotes with his fingers. Wait’ll he tells me he’s making Italian food.