Goat curry — Photo courtesy: Alpha — Wikimedia Commons
We showed up at our relatives’ compound (ten kilometres from Jamnagar, Gujarat) unannounced, but in India, that’s fine. The property was bordered by a high wall and contained three separate two-story apartments for the father and each of the two sons and their wives. We were welcomed into the father’s house and before long a delicious meal was before us.
Sitting on the floor while the wife fanned the food, I noticed she didn’t eat with us — the custom being that she ate last. And while I didn’t feel comfortable with that, I was grateful for the fan, as the flies were as thick as thieves. They hovered over the scrumptious curry and I wouldn’t be surprised if I swallowed one… or two.