Liver Curry Day

For breakfast, we had Fahim’s version of pineapple. Remove skin and ends like normal, then slice into rounds. Mix chili powder and salt in a 1:3 ratio. Comment about chili powder - it’s not the same chili powder as what you get in North America - this is closer to a cayenne powder, but not quite that either. I’m still trying to categorize it according to North American spices, and failing. Oh well.

At Fahim’s parent’s house, they then pour this onto the pineapple and toss to coat evenly. Here, because my stomach is still not used to as much chili powder as Fahim likes to use, we left it in the bowl and dipped the pineapple into it. It’s different and it’s good. I doubt I would ever have come across this combination by myself, whereas Fahim’s been eating it for years. We’ve had the pineapple this way several times, and I’m acquiring a definite liking for pineapple this way.

I mentioned previously that pineapple here is a bit different. It’s more holey than North American varieties, it’s much larger, it’s a lot sweeter, the flavor is much stronger, and it’s more acidic. Several times, it’s given me an upset tummy - I can’t eat as much of this pineapple as I could the North American variety.

This morning, we heard a guy yelling in Sinhalese from his motorcycle as he drove down our street. I asked Fahim what he was saying, and Fahim says he’s selling fish, and do we want some? Why not? So we go outside and negotiate prices with the guy. Fahim asks what kind of fish, but he doesn’t remember any more, and he does know it’s not something that’s found in North America. After agreeing on a price, the fish guy weighs the fish, determines exact price to be paid, then pulls out his chopping block and knife and cuts it up for us right there, on the ground, behind his motorcycle. He tosses scraps to the neighborhood dog. When he’s done, he puts all the pieces into a plastic bag, wipes his hands on a cloth he has tied to his motorcycle (and has doubtless been used dozens of times, if not more, after the last time it’s been washed, and this guy doesn’t use soap and water.) and Fahim pays. We toss it into the freezer to be eaten another day.

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