EATING CURRY

Michael Edwards

 

 

A friend of mine is such a dork

he eats his curry with a knife and fork.

  • Author: Michael Edwards (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2020 02:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: Wrote this a few days ago when we went to an Indian restaurant. I asked the waiter for a spoon and he said 'Ah a real curry eater!'....................I've used a spoon and fork all my life - probably learning from my wife and her family who are from the east - why do westeners insist on using a knife and fork and why in more recent years do Indian restaurants nowadays only provide a knife and fork - a knife I ask you - they never used to.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 28
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments6

  • Saxon Crow

    If you're really authentic youd use your hands!

    • Michael Edwards

      So true but coronavirus has put a stop to that.

      • Saxon Crow

        Chicken (curry)

      • 1 more comment

      • orchidee

        Oh lol, good write and pic M. How does Miss Berles eat hers?

      • Goldfinch60

        Good write Michael and so true, I have always used a fork and a spoon.

        Andy

        • Michael Edwards

          It's so difficult to cut rice grains with a knife isn't it! Thanks Andy

        • Mottakeenur Rehman

          Absolutely,,In today's epoch,,fork becomes human hands !!

        • Mottakeenur Rehman

          That's not good for our culture,,,We the people of Assam(India) never accept this tradition ...I think hands are the most useful tool in such cases ,given to us by the Creator .

          • Michael Edwards

            I agree with you Mottakeenur and when in India I also have used my hands out of respect for my hosts. In fact I still do when eating with chippatis, naan, etc.

            • Mottakeenur Rehman

              🙏🏻🙏♥️💓

            • 1 more comment

            • dusk arising

              And those hygene rules are a right flippin caper,
              I wanna eat my chips out of last weeks newspaper.

              Authentic restaurants serve on a leaf too.

              • Michael Edwards

                My hands have never been so clean - nowadays repeating the annual ritual many times a day.



              To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.