The Russian Salad

An apt name to start my very first blog. Before I start of, I thank Sameera for introducing me to the world of blogs and Palavi who gave me the final push. (Generally Pal is delighted pulling my leg)

It was a sunny afternoon, almost the English one where you are not sure whether your skin is burning or not. The holy idea was to have lunch and we decided to have it at the nearest place to our office, Pizza Hut. You see I diet a lot and thus avoid salads at all cost. But not this day. Friends are friends, and they have this uncanny ability to make you do what you would swear by gods never to do.

A good friend of mine (who would not be so good if I do not refer to her as “good”) introduced me to the salad at Pizza Hut. To my amazement another friend of mine liked it and encouraged me to try it out. He was the one who called it “Russian Salad” which in fact was some chicken salad whose name I prefer never to know.

By the way these two friends I refer to, have quiet different tastes. Thus I assumed it would be safe to eat and took the wrong step against my gut feeling. We walked in. They ordered. I started eating. Oh what a taste it was!

The ingredients were thus:
Vegetables of all sorts that I have never seen before, expect on some Pizza in cooked or charred format. (You should not consider my use of the word “format” as inappropriate. It is a part of the software lingo and I can’t get rid of it)

An unfamiliar sauce that joined the disjoint ingredients into one undistinguishable white mass. But then, I have to give credit to the Olives and another vegetable of unknown origin to break the monotony of taste.

Boiled and frozen chicken, thawed to the appropriate level so that it remains undistinguishable from the remaining content.

And as I ate, the stuff melted in my mouth……Oh how disgusting it was. I would have abused everybody if I were not in sophisticated and dangerous company. Of course I am a gentleman and did not behave inappropriately at that moment, but I did give a piece of my mind to my dear friends post this memorable lunch session. I behaved as stable as Jennifer (of “Great Escapes: Discovery” fame, who would eat the most disgusting food and yet manage not to cry.)

Conclusion: I won the Russian Roulette Gourmet style. Yes I survived it and it feels great. I celebrated (read “washed it off my tongue”) with an Ebony and Ivory.

By the way this occasion was graced by other conspirators too, that included by blog mentor Sam. I bet all of them had a nice laugh looking at me and my “never go back on what you have committed to eat” stance. But professionals that they were, all of then behaved as if they were deeply involved in understanding the concept behind the flavour of the pizza in their hands.

Dear readers and all the friends involved in the above piece of history. I have no grudges against anybody (And if I do, I will not let you know until the day revenge happens). It was an experiment that went bad and I understand that everybody need not have the capacity to distinguish between edible and tasty food.

Thanks for reading so far. Hope you enjoyed.

And before I sign off I shall ask what my mentor took years to ask…..Please leave your comments. :-)

Bye.