James (“JimJam”) and Jamila Janmohamed couldn’t have chosen a better date for the Poppy Appeal Dinner at El Fogon on Saturday night even had they spoken to me first. Why, well yesterday was Rose’s birthday (38 again if you must know – she has Dorian Grey traits!) and a four course Indian meal was just perfect to make it an extra special day.
When we lived in London we had an Indian take-away (take-out or carry-out for non UK readers) virtually every week from our local Indian (actually Pakistani) restaurant called the Lahore Kebab House. It’s a no nonsense, no frills establishment that doesn’t sell alcohol (you bring that with you if you want it) but it draws customers from miles around.
So to say that Rose and I miss our Indian meals is a gross understatement and it’s why we so look forward to the annual Poppy Appeal Dinner here on Ambergris Caye. And with a menu like this I’m sure you can understand why.
I’d made reservations for the 20.00 hours sitting as soon as the event was announced – it’s an extremely popular dinner and tickets sell out fast,really fast – and we , Rose, Chrissy (Chrissy is a member of the British Army and serving as a member of BATSUB) and I got to El Fogon around 19.45 hours for a pre-dinner tipple.
The effects of the pre-dinner tipple are there to be seen! Chrissy on the left and Rose (birthday girl) on the right.
Beef Rogan Josh and Aloo Gobi with Pilau Rice.
Now this course really got my taste buds dancing. They didn’t know whether to do the Cha-Cha-Cha or a Kathak! In fact I think they did both!
And then it was the turn of the Dessert course, Carrot Halwa. Now I’m not a Dessert person (already sweet enough I think) so the photographic honours (sic) go to Rose!
I understand from those that ate this course that it was exquisite so sadly the photo doesn’t do it justice.
At the end of the day I lent across to Rose, held her hand, and asked her if she had enjoyed her special day.
The tears well up and started to stream down her face. “Please don’t be upset”, I implored.
Wiping the tears from her cheeks she looked at me and pleaded ” It’s my chapati and I’ll cry if I want to” ( I know it’s terrible but …).
The headline for today’s edition is based (extremely tenuously I admit) on the single released in 1963 by Lesley Gore which reached number one in the US Billboard Hot 100.