A few nights ago, I made cocount red-lentil curry. This was a new recipe for me, and I was thrilled that it tasted so authentically Indian. I really thought I could have served it at a restaurant. Greg, however, thought it belonged someplace a little closer to the garbage.
“What did you think?” I asked.
“It seemed kind of bland to me,” Greg said reluctantly.
“Bland? Bland!” I said, starting to fume. “It only had about eight spices in it. It had onions, garlic, ginger, turmeric, coriander, cumin, jalepeno peppers, and it would have been sprinkled with cilantro, but you said you don’t like cilantro. Oh, and coconut milk! Coconut milk is pretty flavorful.”
“I didn’t taste any of those spices,” Greg said.
I’m telling you, the man’s tastebuds are dead. Stiff and cold. He probably killed them with too many sugar overdoses.