Today for lunch Dr L, Muzi, Ian and I walked to the local butcher. (Below) The butcher is a few feet away from our house, and cows, goats, and chicken hang skinned, swaying in the heat and flies. Dr. L found his cow and slid his hand between the meat finding the filet mignon. He brought a knife with him and cut the filet off. People don’t differentiate cuts of meat here and the good cuts are often left unnoticed. Dr. L prepared our filet with a soy, chile marinade. We were each served a small sliver. Never have I ever tasted meat so delicious and flavorful.
Later I took a break from reading papers to go to the corner store to see if they had a nail clipper. Which they did. Coming back from the store, I was walking over a bridge, and a man holding onto to a cow with rope lost control. The cow started to walk fast toward me! People started screaming and men grabbed onto the rope to stop the cow. And I was saved. Good story, right?
I went up to the roof for the sunset. It is unreal. The sky bursts into flames and making the rooftops pink. I shared a mango with Ian and let the golden flesh cover my face and hands, matching the sunset, eating with my whole heart. I feel sinful with pleasure. There were no cows.
A picture of our filet with a blanc rue and chopped apples. A thank you. From left to right is our typical Bengali fare:
Rice, jarred chutney, chicken, daal, cucumber, fried vegetables.