How to feed friends and influence people
When you can’t communicate with language, food is a good substitute.
So I cooked dinner for the students, and Chileans, Georgians, Germans, Hungarians, Latvians, Turks – even a Liechtensteiner! – were united in their appreciation of RK’s chicken curry.
“Your cooking tastes very good!” they chorused. Even without turmeric or curry leaves – shopping for spices in Vaduz can be challenging – I had to admit: it didn’t taste bad.
“Danke für die Blumen,” I said, proud of both my cooking ability, and beginner German.
Then we all drank Russian vodka, and sang karaoke. I thought it was the Japanese who were obsessed with karaoke, but the eastern Europeans could give them a run for their money. The vodka quelled my reservations, and I tunelessly sang along to the Beatles, before tumbling into bed…