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Frindia: Culinary Culture
France hummed happily as he chopped the peppers before putting them in the pan to fry, and he watched as India did something similar with his own pan.
France was surprised that India had accepted his offer of a date, and the two had agreed to make dishes of their respective cultures. Frankly, France couldn't think of a better date.
The two didn't speak much as they focused on their tasks, but it wasn't awkward for either of them. In fact, the atmosphere was very comfortable, and even homey.
Eventually the two of them finished, and France had to take a moment to admire the rainbow of scents in his kitchen before the two moved to the dining room, each carrying a plate of the other's food.
France noticed that India had also poured himself a glass of milk, but didn't comment. He almost poured himself a glass of wine before remembering that India wasn't fond of anything alcoholic, so settled for grape juice instead.
The two sat down, and France waited for India to take the first bite.
"Well?" he asked. "How is it?"
"It's very nice," India said. "Very subtle, but with a flavour that I can't quite place."
France beamed, before taking a bite out of his own food. India stared at him with worried eyes.
It took France a moment to figure out why. As soon as he had started chewing his eyes widened, and it felt as though there was a fire raging inside his mouth. He swallowed, and didn't want to show his concern.
"Are you alright?" India asked.
"Oui," France said, smiling weakly. "It… has a bit of a bite, that's all. Is all of your food like this?"
"No. Some of them are even spicier."
France felt alarmed, and his face must have shown it, because India pushed the glass of milk towards him.
"I figured you might need this," India said.
France blushed, realising that India had poured the milk for him all along. He took a sip, before giving his own glass of juice to India.
"It's juice," France said.
India smiled, before taking a sip. France smirked.
"I guess you really are a hot country," France said. "Hot weather, hot food… But I wonder…"
India chuckled.
"Remember that the Kama Sutras were written in my country," India said. "You might be the country of romance, but I'm the country where you see how far your romance takes you."
Yeah, I couldn't resist the last part.
The prompt was 'France and India, where they make food from their own cultures and France is surprised by how spicy India's food is.'
Speaking of, go google the 'Natal Curry Contest.' There's a joke that had me crying as I laughed.
And I'm not sure about whether or not they actually drink alcohol in India. But I once attended an Indian wedding between a Hindu and a Muslim, and the only alcohol that was present was smuggled in by the Afrikaans guests (ironically policemen). So, I'm basing it on that. And also an Indian friend of mine, but she said that she doesn't like alcohol.
And the milk with spicy food is good advice to know. My mom's Portuguese, and she likes to make spicy food every now and again, and in case it's too spicy, we have a glass of milk with us.
