Tryst with biryani

I should be hiding away. That’s what my instincts are screaming. Instead, here I am, baring my soul out to the world that does not even care.

Anyway, I’m going to say it. Coming out now.

I.

Am.

A.

… FOODIE.

Yes. I am. And I know I’ve said this before but this time, I’ve truly enjoyed the food more than the company and connected with the food on an emotional level that had me almost weeping with relief. Maybe it was PMS (I’m having it real bad since the last few months) but I almost died when my food came home.

Last Sunday, we had ordered Fiery Chicken Wings and some kebab types for evening snack and dinner from Hotel Empire because there was an RCB match, I think. I loved it so much that I wanted it again the next day.

But, family rules. Vegetarian Mondays, Tuesdays and Saturdays. Wednesday i went with Amma to Mysore and it was quite the trip. More on that soon. (I hope!) So I couldn’t eat then because I had no company and I only came back on Saturday. Sunday, I finally, FINALLY got to order food. I was having a really moody day (like for the past few weeks) so Akka let me order food. When she had that food from Empire, she couldn’t handle so much spice so she ended up upsetting her stomach. So, that restaurant was ruled out. There was a safe option, Biryani Mane, and since Akka enjoys biryani more than I do, I ordered it.

And of course our package had to get lost. It took us an extra hour for the food to come because it was replaced. After spending all my phone currency and waiting till 4, our food finally came. It was so heavenly that my mouth waters just at the thought of it.

I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with biryani. I like the Grilled Chicken Biryani at Hotel Empire and the normal Chicken Biryani at Nandhini Deluxe and the Bamboo Biryani at Rustic Stove. Others don’t have the slight taste of masala. They are usually overloaded with masala so much so that it blocks out all other senses. I don’t like that. I’ve never actually liked any homemade biryani because of this reason. But the biryani at Biryani Mane is just heavenly. The rice is perfect, the chicken is perfect and for the first time, I’ve had it with the curd salad (raitha, pachiDi, mosaru bajji, take your pick) under the influence of Akka and I just died with the foodgasm in my mouth. I took three small helpings for myself, surprising Akka. I couldn’t care how much I was eating. I knew I just had to eat.

For some reason, I’d never liked eating biryani with curd so much. I’d always eaten it with the gravy of the accompanied side dish (I always needed one) and what we’d ordered was a dry dish. No gravy. There was extra gravy in the parcel but I just decided to eat with the curd. Best. Decision. Ever.

The previous hour, I was so hungry that I was almost about to commit a murder. I went to the fish shop nearby (a shop where they sell fish dishes and fresh, raw fish; the shop is built in the shape of a fish) and got myself Anjal fish. It has two pieces and he’d deep fried it. It didn’t take me long to finish it. I was so satisfied when I’d finished it. All that was left was to wait for the biryani.

I was afraid that my appetite would be ruined if I had the fish but no such thing happened. I ate more than I normally would because it was just so good.

No pictures, unfortunately because I was too busy eating.

 

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