Mulligatawny

Our first meal delivered from a local... not sure what to call it. They have diverse chefs and use refugee farmer’s produce, support other local businesses. Twice a week, one meal to share, but from different cuisines. I’ve tasted some of their food before, a couple of catered events, and a couple of local street fairs. They had a pick-up a meal offer, but not on a day when I could reliably get there in time, after work, through the worst traffic. But they recently went to a delivery option, which I found out about at said street fair, along with a tomato bisque taster cup that I licked clean. Anyway. A fair price, and a first step for some to create the range of restaurants to come. There is a market here, because so many of the dominant religion go out into the world on missions, and return with a taste for a great variety of foods.

Dylan had the soup, because it had garlic in it. I really can’t tolerate the stuff. So I had soba and tinned trout with some of the chutney, and the samosas. Which is how we figured it would work, shared and supplemented. But inspiring us to eat differently.

It’s so easy to get into the same old foods, and lose interest in eating at all. Wish I could enjoy some part of cooking, most I tolerate, don’t mind, but none of it is a pleasure. Even ordering off a menu is my least favorite part of eating at a restaurant. Planning one for home is hard. I don’t much like grocery shopping, preparing or cooking are simply jobs needing doing. Eating a good meal is lovely. Then I have to clean up. This place relieves me of the chore two meals a week, and gives me ideas for the rest.

Each day has a main ingredient, poultry, pork, vegetarian, fish, beef(lamb,veal). We went for the poultry, vegetarian days.

It smells wonderful in here. I still have a bit of chutney left, which I will certainly eat.



We tried to see the movie, but the sound was broken. So, I got the book. Read it in a day.