Sigyn asked me what I wanted for my birthday this year. What we all want, love, is an end to the plague and a good, long vacation someplace that isn’t here. I know, I know–I can teleport. There’s no need for me to be stuck here. But everything is closed! London wouldn’t be fun without new exhibits in the museums, and so forth.
Happily, I am easily appeased when it comes to my sweetie, so instead, I have opted for take-out from the one decent Indian restaurant in this town. AKA, the only Indian restaurant in this town.
This little bag smells so good–I can’t wait to get in there!
Mmm. Papadum, nice and crisp, just the way I like them.
Here are the sauces that go with them.
That’s right, dearest. You want to stick to the tamarind because, if I remember correctly, this green stuff has quite a kick.
Mmm. Lamb biryani. This is also spicy!
That means I won’t have to share with the human female.
If the biryani gets to be too much for you, Sigyn, the white one’s a raita and will cool your mouth down.
It’s a bit pedestrian, but I like it and it’s my birthday, so food snobs can just shut it.
Ah–here’s the best birthday bit!
Ras malai. Sweet spoonfuls of creamy curds with milk and cardamom and rosewater, garnished with pistachios. MMMM. Come to Loki…
Urrp! That was dee-licious! Truly a meal fit for a
maharaja Norse god.