I LOVE Indian food. Before I left to live in India in 2009, people were saying I’d be fine because I could cook my own food anyway, and I was like uhm why would I want to do that? I LOVE Indian food.
I love Indian food so much that I’ve seriously contemplated accepting offers to go back and work there simply because I miss eating vadas and dosas with sambar and mint chutney for breakfast. I love Indian food so much that whenever I travel, after I try the local cuisine, the next thing I do is look for an Indian restaurant. I can count 8 countries I’ve travelled to where I’ve had Indian food — and I’m not even counting Pinas, India, or Bahrain where I’ve lived. If I counted them, that would make 11 countries. Even when I went to Boracay for the first time, I found this Indian restaurant and ate there for most of my trip. In fact, I think I spent more time there than I did at the beach.
After I came back to the Philippines in 2011, nothing I ate here had any flavor for me. I thought I would miss my Mom’s cooking, but the first time I tasted it after coming back, I was shocked because I couldn’t taste any of the flavors I remembered.
I can confidently say that I was forced to never eat Filipino food again, I’d be fine as long as I could eat Indian food. If I was forced to never eat Indian food again, I’d be devastated.