Why Indian Food?
There has been a long running history behind my obsession (I have too many of them don’t I?) with Indian food. My parents used to take me to this Indian restaurant on the UPenn campus. Inside was this Indian man with a huge red turban and a wildly bushy black beard. He made me feel like this was a warm and friendly place (yeah, I’m scared of clowns but not this guy). I was addicted to the Kemah (meat) Samosas (pastries the size of a baseball filled with meat, vegetables or potatoes), the different kinds of bread, the rice and occasionally the tandoori chicken. I loved going there. Eventually, when I started going off to college, Indian food was a good cause for celebration for me coming home and, during my junior and senior years, getting good grades. Instead of going into Philadelphia we went to a place called Khajuraho India in the Philadelphia suburb of Ardmore just minutes from my parents house. The food there wasn’t as good as the regular place I was used to, but it was still a tr
