Back in Singapore, there are two things I need to remind myself of. One, I'm once again in a place where tap water is potable! The whole idea seems so alien to me now. Two, rice does not have to be part of every single meal.
I'm aware that this is a sentiment shared by many people in Asia (a tour package Mum and I took to Paris offered rice at every meal except the last dinner, which was the only 'French' meal for the tour) and there are still people in Singapore who need rice in every meal. But I'd say they belong to the older generation, and it's certainly not the case in my family that we need rice at every meal.
Now despite being mostly on my own during my last few weeks in Assam, I was still subjected to rice at most meals. Take for instance the first night I stayed at the hotel in Guwahati. I ordered room service: fish and chips plus a serving of masala peanuts. I knew full well that the fish and chips would be crap, but I just wasn't in the mood for roti and rice (even the extremely oily Chinese fried rice). After the waiter had delivered the food and was about to leave, he asked me politely, "Sir will you be taking dinner?"
A little perplexed, I simply pointed at the tray he'd just deposited on the table and said "This is dinner." The waiter shook his head in the typical Indian fashion to connote agreement. He then appeared again later to pick up the tray asked me the exact same question.
Granted that by this point in the trip I just wanted to eat what I want, when I wanted and how much I wanted, I was more than a little miffed at having his concept of dinner imposed on me!
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