memory 10- 10/28/09

The first time I have ever eaten Indian food was with Michelle in D.C. One night Michelle took me, mom and Wes to an upscale Indian Restaurant in the center of the city. I remember the restaurant being filled with light and warm colors- oranges, browns, reds, yellows. The whole place smelt of curry spice (a smell I like, but I taste I have not yet come to fully enjoy). We sat upstairs at a square table- Michelle was sitting next to me on my left hand side. Michelle ordered for us. I remember everything I put in my mouth had such a unique and distinct flavor, most of which I enjoyed thoroughly. At one point Michelle and I decided to venture out and try the congealed green stuff in the center of the table- bad idea! I thought I was going to vomit the moment I bit down on a piece of chili. The taste was awful and bitter and just wouldn't get out of my mouth. Michelle seemed to be having the same experience. We both downed our water, stuffed Naan into our mouths and ordered a second basket, the whole time we were cracking up but at the same time wanting to cry the taste was so horrific. Come to find out later, you are not supposed to eat the chilies within the mixture. Apparently you can eat the stuff that they are in, but not the chilies. Thank goodness that experience didn't turn me off of Indian food, I love it too much, but it was quite a horrendous experience.