On our way to Palm Beach the day before yesterday, Heaven Admin took me to a marvelous Hare Krishna Restaurant in Chattsworth, Durban, South Africa, for a most welcome lunch.
I happen to love Indian food. For a moment, put the food aside. As soon as I stepped into the Temple which leads to the restaurant, I was practically swooning from the sweet and settled atmosphere. It was beautiful.
Then we had the most delicious food. Unfortunately, my camera isn’t working quite right, and I can’t show you pictures. I spent maybe an hour of time I don’t have looking for photos on the web that I couldn’t find. One place had great photos, but the photos were all stuck together.
Anyway, we had an okra and paneer dish. I love okra, and I love paneer. And I love Indian spices.
If you don’t know what paneer is, often spelled panir, it’s a fresh-made cheese that doesn’t melt. It is easy to make, and I have made it myself. I did find a photo of what paneer looks like:
We also had a delicious dahl, a sumptuous semolina pudding and a yoghurt cheese cake. Yum.
Now I will tell you two of my lapses from coolness.
Very quickly at the restaurant I spilled some of the okra and paneer food on my jeans. A big blob. Try spilling a big blob of food and maintaining a sense of being cool.
The following lapse occurred after the restaurant on the drive to Palm Beach and the beautiful Indian Ocean. Perhaps you will understand what I was compelled to ask. Perhaps you won't. I don't think it can be explained. It can be understood, but not explained.
I looked up at Heaven Admin and said:
"Is the Indian Ocean still here?"
And Heaven Admin understood.