Caenne pepper sauce

But at that moment he was called out:

"Dara, something you lost a lot of weight, came to India and didn't say anything, friends don't do that"?

It was Alok Sharma, dorm roommate, Dara. He already lived in Canada, but came to visit his relatives in Kerala. Shir-Ali was Dar's cousin and looked like him. Therefore, Alok confused him.

- Friend, you are mistaken, I am a cousin, Dara, my name is Shir-Ali!

"Oh, well, you Bro, he looks a lot like him!"

- Well, a little, now Dara, weighs more than me, he is a fat man, weighs 130 kg and I am only 90!

"Wow, did he get that fat? And when I left India, I weighed only 60 kg "!

"Probably full at home"?

- Yes, he likes to eat!

"Where are you going now?"

"Let's go to a restaurant, tell us what and how"?

- No thanks, I'm going to Dong to taste the famous "Momo" and "Tomato Soup".

"Oh, are you a gourmet?"

"Then if you are on the way, I am now also going to Shadnagar, they cook deliciously, will we go with me?"

- Exactly, they cook deliciously there?

"Of course, the dining room is the best in town!"

- Well, let's go then ?!

Could it be that there really are clues to finding the culinary dao? After all, India is really a magical country, anything is possible here? So Shir-Ali thought. They came to Shadnagar. They were met by an armored vehicle blocking the road, a checkpoint. Examination. Pass through the scanner.

Again an armored personnel carrier with a high-speed cannon pointed in their direction. Armed guards with machine guns and automatic rifles. Large armored gates. A bunker lined with sandbags and protruding from them two heavy machine guns. -

- Horrible? Where did you take me? Is this some kind of polygon?

Shir-Ali asked nervously.

"No, Bro, take it easy, it's just an ordinary research facility."

Shir-Ali, cursed.

- Why so many guards?

"Not calm at the border, yellow threat level, standard procedure!"

- Ahh.

Shir-Ali for a moment regretted that he had flown to India at that time.

"Yes, don't be afraid, this is a common procedure, but what a good dining room!"

They walked along a path along a large three-story building, passed an area with large satellite dishes installed, and then ended up in a two-story glass building.

Nobody checked them at the entrance. But a man in a blue robe, a technical employee, politely asked Shir-Ali to take off his boots and socks and walk barefoot on the cold floors. This is such a tradition, moreover, so as not to stain the floors with street dust. Everything in the building had to be sterile.

Alok, however, put on his special leather slippers at the entrance. In the building, only foreigners walked barefoot. In the computer rooms, they tucked their legs under them as cold winds blew from the floor from the powerful air conditioners.

They cooled, workstations and super computers. Then the foreigners who had settled in with signs of incipient cystitis, often ran to the toilet, which was located in the basement, and there were cement floors.

There was no shoe cover in the research center, as well as guest, disposable slippers. Saving and protecting the environment.

Shir-Ali, offered to conduct a tour of the center, but he politely declined the offer and asked to be escorted to the dining room.

From the cold floor, he was not comfortable, once again located in the building. It's good that the dining room was outside, where the ground was warm, but inside the very center. So, Dara, he walked along the granite path barefoot. And the dining room was in a one-storey, glass building. This time he was lucky, the floors were wooden and not so cold.

Alok indicated with his hand a place where one could wait for food and the miracle of the dining room. It was a small round table, near which there were 4 white wicker chairs made of special vines. On the table stood tall gray steel glasses.

A tall steel decanter of filtered water, a plastic dish on which lay a bunch of bananas, sliced ​​pineapple slices, and a handful of yellow cherry. A little further away, there were two bundles of chappati tied with paper thread. It was only 11:00, and lunch comes from 13:00 to 14:00. Therefore, in the kitchen, almost nothing was cooked. Just tomato soup concentrate and yesterday's momo.

They were then warmed for Shir-Ali, not a restaurant or a cafe. An ordinary dining room.

Alok asked the cook to quickly do something for his foreign friend. The cook, laid out on the hob, presented in the form, a large layer of steel plate, where he poured palm oil. He fried soybean and wheat sprouts, cabbage, carrots, cut into strips, and threw in the previously boiled pasta "Maggi do minutes of cooking". He quickly fried it and put it in a large plate. Sprinkle generously with pepper on top and sprinkle with scalding Caenne pepper sauce.