This is a moment I would like to file away for times when I get fed up with my job. Or office. Or Noida. Or Delhi. Or life.
The office lunch, today, was excellent. ‘Kiss the cook’ type of excellence in dish after dish. There is a common notion that food in office canteens is bad. Our caterer, in a definite sweep, has thrashed this idea to smithereens.
He served kheema that tasted like it was cooked for a nawab. (Not Saif per se, but I don’t know what he eats, so maybe him too.) It was stewed, flavored, and cooked with tender peas to meticulous perfection. It was flavored, not spicy. It melted in the mouth without the aid of extra lard. And this wasn’t the kheema at ‘Bukhara’ or ‘Kareem’s’ or ‘Jashn’. This was kheema served for office lunch and had for free.
And before I hailed this as piece de resistance, out came the dessert. A fabulously composed bowl of Shahi Tukra.
When such fantastic things happen on ordinary days, it takes a force of will to be a pessimist.
And my next job change is when this caterer moves from here.