Since my car broke down in Chicago, I’ve been driving a rental. I meant to fly back to Chicago weeks ago and pick it up, but my dad died the day before the flight. Then storms caused mass cancellations for my rescheduled flight. I finally made it back to the green machine and Chicago, and Saqib kindly took me out to dinner at an Indian restaurant so fancy they didn’t even have an Indian waiter in sight.
We ate delicious Corn slices, which were pieces of corn on the cob cut into one-inch slices. I asked them how they prepared it, and they said they poached it in butter. Poached? That means boiled. They literally boiled the corn slices in butter, then covered them with paprika and garam masala. No wonder they taste that good. Driving home my arteries hardened.
