Good Friends. Good Food. Good Times.

Indian food set

Indian food set (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Recently I had the best meal I have had in a long time.  It was simple – Indian take out; and I shared it with one of my best friends.  As you know, we are in the process of moving from the house into an apartment.  To say this is a “stressful time” for me and Carlos is worse than a stretching of the truth: it is a downright lie; however, we are trying to enjoy the pleasures we do get along the way to their fullest extent.  Such was this meal for me.

Carlos had to either work late at the office, or get some heavier moving done on this particular evening – I can’t even recall the day or the situation, but I sincerely remember the meal.  Cheyenne asked if I would like to have some food, his treat and he was thinking of Indian food.  It has been forever since I ate Indian so accepted his invitation readily:  chicken tikka masala, medium.

It arrived, along with Cheyenne and a couple of movies.  We decided on Drive Angry, said our blessing, and ate as the movie played.

The flavors swirled around my tongue and mouth with barely a hint of heat – it was excellent in the “medium” realm.  The rice was sticky and almost sweet, adding another layer of taste to each bite.  The pieces of chicken practically melted in the mouth.

As I ate, I realized I was relaxing.  I was so wound up and stressed I couldn’t even recognize the sensation of relaxation at first.  The knot between my shoulder blades relaxed.  My shoulders dropped and slightly rounded, taking pressure from my neck and that vanishing knot.  The muscles of my legs even began to relax as we occasionally chatted about the movie and watched the action unfold.

Once or twice I glanced about what was left at the time, of the living room and the boxes packed and ready to either go to storage or the apartment and didn’t feel an immediate tightening in my chest.  Everything was as it should be at that moment.  Time was relative and I was enjoying the moment.  Dare I say I was even in a Zen instance?  Yes, I dare.

Food has never been one of my comforters, except through this it seems.  It isn’t just the food at any given time or moment either – it also concerns the people partaking the food with me adding to the entire experience that is relaxing and even joyous.

Now I understand the old Southern saying completely:  “Good friends.  Good food.  Good times.”  As long as you have the friends, your eating experience will always be better.

About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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1 Response to Good Friends. Good Food. Good Times.

  1. Maureen O'Danu says:

    Nice article. There is definitely something about Indian food that spells comfort to me, too. Unfortunately, the closest Indian food to me is now across town and a blizzard is bearing down on me, so I’m stuck with what I have in the pantry.

    BTW, thank you for linking to my article. It’s appreciated.


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