It was a month ago, at the restaurant PS and SB held their engagement.
The most soft and well-spiced rice, so buttery without being nauseatingly oily. Ahh the fragrance, ohh the juiciness. I could have had three more servings of it and still not be fully satiated. The addition of the dried fruits was just right, not too much that it got irritating to bite but also not rare enough that finding one became an occasion.
And the curries we had with it ahh, so freakin' good. I tried a little bit of the goat curry because of course it was a friends' engagement in a known Nepali restaurant and it was goat, and oh gods it was good. Good goat, gods, good goat.
What a feast it was for the senses, an ensemble of smell and texture and taste, the evoking of all the sweet precious treasured memories and the making of new ones.
Braavo, braaavo, Royal spice!
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