KFC and Pizza Hut

Yesterday I ate a salan* that was so spicy, I think I ate half a container of yogurt just to finish a few spoonfuls. It was capsicum qeema, or basically a lot of green chilis and a little bit of ground beef. So when my husband offered to take me to KFC, I was very excited. I thought my mouth deserved a break from the desi food with a classic from the colonel.

The fries weren't spicy. Too bad we weren't interested in eating them.

Sorry to say, it was not what I expected. I haven't been to a KFC in a while but I'm pretty sure that what we ate wasn't anything close to original recipe. I did manage to get some corn on the cob, though--a definite win.

Again tonight, Umer ordered some pizza from Pizza Hut and I thought, yay, American food. I was trying to put Zakariyya to sleep when it arrived so he brought me up a plate of what he called "desi pizza." I thought he said that just because it had some spicy meat and a lot of onions on it.

Nope.

In place of the tomato sauce was something else that after about one slice practically turned me into a fire-breathing dragon. Is there no relief?

This, I'm sure, is why so many of my friends underestimate my spice tolerance--so I don't leave with a lot of burning in my mouth and little food in my tummy to show for it. And special props to my mother-in-law for all the awesome salans that are always at just the right spice level. Ammi Jee knows best!

 

*I guess a salan is what a curry is… I really don't know how else to translate it. It's the spicy meaty saucy good stuff that you eat with roti (flat bread) or rice.

This sign was posted at the KFC. It says they condemn the blasphemous film about the Prophet (pbuh.)