The altimeter said 9753m, the little ’plane on the map which moved – oh so slowly, showed the Locus. How I would love to dine on the ground directly below, not to be.
I had promised myself to try the – Veg – option on the return Jet Airways flight, if my system was up to it. Nine days in, and as far as I know, none of The Group had the fabled – Delhi Belly.
Marg ordered – Non Veg – the primary part of which was Chicken on Penne. Ha-ha.
With just enough space to peel off the covers, once again The Main was a Triple, Rice in the Middle, separating Aloo Bhindi and a Bean Daal. I’m a prisoner at 30,000ft, I shall eat the Daal. There was a Small Chapatti to mop up as required.
A Salad!
It may have been a Micro-portion, however, this was my first Raw Vegetable, it was safe, I hope. Cucumber, Carrot and Tomato, I look forward to eating more.
Aloo Bhindi
There was just a Film of Masala which was suitably Spiced. The Okra was Firm, Excellent.
The Daal
There was enough Moistness to mix in with the Rice, dangerous eating, try not to make a mess, oops. Where’s the Chapatti? Oh, I forgot the Plain Yoghurt.
This was a long daytime flight, Westwards, it takes longer. Only one glass of Red Wine was offered, just the seven hours to go…
Later, whilst Hector and Marg waited for a connection at Heathrow:
This evening the Award Ceremony was held in a Glasgow hotel. Curryspondent Eleanor was Hector’s representative.
Despite reaching the shortlist for the third time, once again, Hector is NOT
Curry Lover of The Year.