Today was another sea day, so we visited India. My friend Carol would have loved it, since she has been attracted to that country for as long as I can remember. In fact, she and her son are going there in several weeks.
Don’t worry, Carol; we didn’t take a fast jet there and back. Instead the 140 crew members of the kitchen staff who come from India put on a feast of their native dishes along with a demonstration of traditional costumes and dances. It was delightful.
The announcer said there were one hundred different dishes for passengers to sample and that they represented the cuisines of the various regions of India. Earl and I took our turn in line and chose items we thought looked recognizable: chicken, rice, flat bread, fish, things that looked like crabcakes, things that looked like ice cream, and a delicious hot chai tea.
We don’t have an Indian restaurant where we live, so our exposure to this type of food is minimal. However, we both agreed that, given an opportunity, we would try it again. The only problem is we won’t know what to order, since all the selections today were described by their Indian names.
Carol, maybe we’ll invite you and your husband to help.
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