How Curry Powder Saved Me From a Horrible Cafe Experience: A blog about running into an ex in a local cafe and how it saved the day by using curry powder.

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I love curry powder. It’s great in so many dishes as well as a marinade and can make a boring dish taste amazing! I use it on eggs, salads, sandwiches, rice and pasta dishes.

Whenever I travel to a new place I always look for the local cuisine and check out their curry recipes. I love going to Indian and Thai restaurants because they have the best curries. When my family visits me in California they are amazed at how many times we go out for Thai food or order Indian take-out!

I always keep a container of curry powder by my spice rack. My recipe is so simple that you won’t believe how good it tastes. All you need is: 1/2 cup of plain flour – 1/4 cup of salt – 2 tbs of garlic powder – 2 tbs of onion powder – 1 tbs of ground ginger – 1 tbs of ground coriander – 1 tbs of turmeric – 1 tsp cayenne pepper and 5 tbs lemon pepper. Mix these ingredients together and store in an airtight container. It will keep for about one year.

Curry powder has saved me from some horrible cafe experiences! Have you ever been to that chain restaurant with the lousy food and waitresses who

Curry powder is one of those amazing gifts from the East that has made its way into the American culture. What is curry powder? Curry powder is a mixture of herbs and spices that are ground together to give food a curry flavor. What makes it so special is that it can be used in many different recipes and still give you the same flavor as if you were using a different recipe.

Taste is a funny thing because most people think they can tell what something tastes like just by tasting it, but they really can’t. The reason for this is because there isn’t anything in your mouth to taste. There are only five senses defined, and taste is one of them. There are others such as smell, touch, sound and sight. But the act of tasting involves all five of these senses working together. That’s why for example if you close your eyes and put something salty in your mouth you will still know what it tastes like because your taste buds are telling you so, but when it comes to knowing what something tastes like many people have a hard time because their sense of taste isn’t as developed as their other senses.

As for curry powder, many people use it every day and don’t even realize that they’re using it or what it’s called or

I was left out at the cafe for about twenty minutes with a coffee and a bagel. I could not really see where I was going with the conversation. I had to check the time on my watch from time to time in order to keep myself from running late for work. I felt like it was all my fault that I had wasted so much of my friend’s time. He had taken his lunch break specifically to spend it with me and I had ended up being more of a bother than anything else.

Towards the end of our meeting, he decided to tell me about how he had applied for a store manager position at a local grocery store chain. He told me all about what the job entailed and how he was feeling good about his chances of getting hired for it. He said that if he got hired, he would be making a decent amount more money than what he was currently earning as well as having more flexibility in the hours that he could work. And in truth, this sounded quite excellent.

The last thing that he mentioned that stuck out in my memory was when he said: “And you know, if I do get this job, I am also going to have to tone down the amount of cream cheese that I use when making my bag

One day late last year I walked into a cafe in the old part of my town for a coffee. I was vaguely aware of someone else sitting at one of the tables, but I didn’t pay much attention. I ordered a flat white, which is the most complicated coffee you can order, and went to sit down at the table next to her.

I’m ashamed to say that I hadn’t recognized her until that moment. We’d been living together in London for nearly two years, and it had been almost that long since we’d seen one another. The last time we had had any contact was when she sent me an email telling me she was leaving me for a German physicist she’d met at Cern.

I’m not sure how long we sat there staring at each other; maybe it was as little as a minute, maybe more like five. It felt like an hour but probably wasn’t even close to that long. I’m not sure what either of us were thinking about during that time period. I certainly wasn’t thinking about returning to live with her and pretending everything was okay; if anything, the opposite: that I needed to get away from her and never see her again as quickly as possible. What did go through my mind though was: ”

I was in my local cafe, the kind where everyone knows everyone. I was eating a sandwich and studying for a final. The woman sitting next to me began telling me about a recent breakup. Seated diagonally from us was an ex-boyfriend of hers. We started talking about him and she told me how she had caught him cheating on her. Her eyes were filled with rage as she told me this story, which caused me to look around the room, eager to see who he was involved with now.

I looked at him and noticed someone standing near him with her back to us. She was wearing a shirt that read, “I’m with stupid.” I looked back at the girl next to me and said, “Well, this is awkward.” She looked up, saw the woman in the dumb shirt and said, “You have no idea.”

We watched them talk for a minute or two before she got up and walked out of the cafe, his coffee in hand. He followed behind her after finishing his coffee.*

When I walked into the cafe, my eyes searched the room looking for someone I knew. I found them instantly. The boyfriend, who had already spotted me, turned to his companion and said something that made her look in my direction. Her eyes turned to me and she smiled with a look of recognition on her face.

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she stood up and ran toward me, embracing me with a strong hug. “Hey,” I said. “How are you? I didn’t recognize you at first…you’ve changed.” She looked almost the same, but just not quite like the woman I used to know so well. It was as if someone had taken a picture of her and then put it through Photoshop, making subtle changes that were barely noticeable but added up to a different person altogether.

I thought about what she’d just told me, wondering how it was possible that our breakup hadn’t hurt more than it did. Even though we’d only been together for a month or so, we’d talked about getting married and having children one day — big plans that seemed suddenly dashed by an ultimatum. But now the weight of those words didn’t sting as much as they used to; in fact, they hardly stung at

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