The daughter of the Indian curry stall immediately recognised me. She was so pleased to see me. She was asking me why didn’t I visit them for quite some time? I didn’t see her parents. I guess they must have retired from the business.
The daughter proudly showed me the laminated print-out displayed prominently at her stall. I had given her the print-out article written on my blog some time during the last CNY.
As usual, it was a delicious “pukul mati” meal served on a piece of green banana leaf and using my right hand to partake forgoing the need of any utensils in the process. I just simply can’t resist my masala chicken coupled with the palpable intoxicating and addictive curry scent.
Honestly speaking, I just can’t understand why those PRCs made such a big fuss over “the curry incident”? I’m really at a complete loss over that little storm in a curry pot!