Divine India, Costa Taguise. It wasn’t the first choice, but nor was it a compromise. I had seen something on the menu that I wanted to try at Restaurante Spicy Affair; the Lamb Handi. I’ve never seen or even heard of Handi, a medium hot sauce with onion, curry, tomato, yoghurt, lemon, and spices. It was worth a 15 minute walk.
As it happened, however, Divine India was right by the hotel, and it was hot out, and our feet hurt, so we went there instead.
The menu was fuller than I had been given to believe by some of the reviews, and there a good selection of starters. Most of us had the onion barjis. I think we’re all burned out on the pickle tray and poppadoms thing. I noted from a neighbouring table that the pickle tray did not even come with the lime pickle, so what would be the point?
The pickles came with the starters anyway, so it was only the poppadoms we were missing.
The barjis were different to normal, still nice, but very orange inside, and a little stodgy, but still nice. Possibly a little bit more chilli
powder than I am used to.
Frosty Beer
First time eating at an Indian restaurant outside of the UK, so I will note that the beer came with bits of ice, and pre chilled glasses. Very refreshing.
Shining Cutlery
The tableware wasn’t just clean. It glimmered. I have never seen such clean cutlery.
On to the main meal though. The main event. I was torn between the Methi, which is one of my favourite dishes and which I haven’t seen for a while, and the Rada, which I have never seen.
So much choice
Lamb Rada, it had to be. I figured that if it was any good, we would come back for the Methi.
Lamb Rada
It came with a piece of tomato to garnish. I would describe it as a moderately spicy curry, with a thick gravy like sauce, the consistency of chinese curry sauce, or fish and ship shop curry. Nice, but not enough umpfh. It was just the chunks of meat in the gravy, it needed mushrooms or something to break the homogeneousness of the sauce, delicious as it was, but I thought this would be better served over chips, than as a dish of its own.
Subtle spices, but delicious. North India, Kashmir region. Sometimes uses slow cooked leg of Lamb rara. I looked up the recipe.
It is an easy, one-pot style dish. Ingredients (for about 5 servings):
½ cup mustard oil
4 medium onions, sliced
4 Tbsp ginger-garlic paste
2 tomatoes, chopped
½ kg mutton (or lamb), cut into medium pieces
Salt to taste
1 tsp turmeric
1 tsp red chilli powder
1½ tsp garam masala
I had this with the butter naan, which came pre sliced in a basket, which makes it essier to share. Was also delicious. Naan bread has to be made fresh, store bought isn’t just not the same, its nothing like.
Evil is a strong word and I’m using it here in the context of harm, whether that harm is conscious and deliberate I cannot say, harm causes suffering, and evil causes unnecessary suffering, or something like that.
Lifestyle magazine is a catch-all phrase and I include websites and social media, and TV shows, and gurus in that. Cooking shows for example, property porn, that sort of thing.
I am somewhat embarrassed to say that I watched a lot of property shows in young adulthood, in the early naughties they were hard to avoid. TV shows like Location Location Location and Property Ladder. It was the height of Gordon – no more boom and bust – Brown’s unprecedented economic boom, and aspirational telly was very much the thing.
What’s stopping you having a house like this?
Food shows too. Nigella’s cooking shows were particularly pernicious in their facade of perfection. The yummy mummy effortlessly fixing up a treat to share with her impeccable peers in soft focus and deceptive camera angles.
Saturday Kitchen too. I remember a chat with the butcher. He told me that whatever James Martin cooked that Saturday morning would always sell very well. It’s a powerful thing is lifestyle TV.
Mere exposure to these shows induced such swings of ambivalence that put me at risk of whiplash as my aspirations would switch from that of a city penthouse with double parking and views of the city landmarks, to that of a riverside cottage out in the Dales where I could grow my own spuds, keep hens, and buy fresh beef and unpasteurised milk direct from the neighboring farmer. None of these things I wanted strongly enough to try to attain.
Come Dine With Me, a show about four strangers competing to deliver the finest dinner party experience, showed me the error of my ways. I’d been doing it wrong for years, seating my guests to eat on the sofa, unmatched cutlery, serving gravy in a vase. No wonder they laughed. What was I thinking?
What I was thinking was that I had a lot of guests and needed a large vessel in which to serve gravy, a pint glass was too small and could break with the heat, but a clear glass vase was perfect.
We need, as a society, our cultural conventions, traditions, taboos, mores, values, and what better way to communicate them than through the TV.
We need role models that can steer us, help navigate the world and find the right path. This is why I think lifestyle magazines are evil. They don’t seek to set us on the straight and narrow. They don’t teach us how to improve our lives. They show us a life that we cannot possibly lead and tell us that it is easy. They leave us feeling empty and wanting more. They distract us from what is important.
Of the seven sins, pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth, lifestyle gurus encourage and perpetuate at least six of them. I’m struggling to fit wrath into this vague but sweeping commentary, but the others are definitely in there.
Sloth, the reluctance to make an effort. Lifestyle marketing is all about selling us an idea of a way of life that can be packaged for consumption. It’s a shortcut to status. It’s lazy.
Gluttony is an easy one to pin down, particularly with the food shows. They don’t do modest meals.
Envy is a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities or luck. Lifestyle media showcases what others have and deliberately frames it as something you should desire and have a right to expect.
Lust is possibly a stretch, especially if limited to a lust for sex. But lust can be for money, possession, travel. So yeah, I stand by it.
Greed, the excessive desire for material possessions and wealth. A four bed detached house in a leafy suburb, with a kitchen diner, games room, twin office, large garden with lawn, water feature, decking with tandoori oven and outdoor dining, work shop shed, boat on drive, classic car and a Chelsea tractor in the garage, nursery and playroom, large well equipped kitchen with all the appliances, a potato ricer, home cinema with 70inch 4k TV and digital music system, power shower wet room, herb garden, and magnificent views of the Thames valley. Just the basics really.
The sin of pride is an excessive preoccupation with self, one’s own importance, achievements, status, or possessions. This is the very point of Lifestyle magazines and TV, to encourage self glorification. My own conception of pride is showing off, and that pride cometh before a fall.
Lifestyle magazines are evil because they make us lose track of what is important. Sin is originally a Greek word that means to miss the mark, to fall short of our potential. We cannot miss the mark if we are looking at the wrong target.
Happiness is not having what we want, it comes from wanting we have, lifestyle mags seek to subvert that. It makes us look at what we have and reject it in favour of the lie, and that leads to misery. Lifestyle TV doesn’t tell us that the most important thing about throwing a dinner party has nothing to do with the place settings or how what you serve the gravy in, it’s about having enough people in our lives that want to enjoy our company and whose only expectation of the food is that it doesn’t give them dysentery.
There are no shortcuts to friendship and respect, it’s not something you can buy and it’s not something the lifestyle gurus can sell to you, so they distract you from what’s real and good.
And the worst part about it is that you don’t notice the cuts, the death by a thousand cuts. You don’t have to rush out and buy the latest car or holiday or air fryer, to be consumed by the lie. You just feel, even if subconsciously, the emptiness in the space left by the absence of the thing you never knew you needed. And the feeling of inadequacy that you cannot replicate the simple meal without blowing the food budget, trashing the kitchen, and wasting a whole day in the kitchen, and it ends up looking and tasting like crap.
No. Lifestyle media is definitely harmful and therefore evil. Is it any wonder that half the population is in a mental health crisis? Be careful what you watch and read, it’s insidious.
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