As we explored the menu, I came upon two mystifyingly familiar words: butter and chicken. They were together - not just incidentally - in the name! It was like a fantasy.
I will make you chicken and the most descriptive thing I can say about it is butter.
In an instant, Indian food and I were bonded for eternity. I think it must be like what some Chinese villager must have experienced when one day a missionary rolled into town speaking The Word - for in that instant the universe made sense and the search for meaning was over. Only for me that Word was butter.
Recently I made us butter chicken at home. I confess to using a jar of sauce. I do not condone licking your bottle of sauce clean. I did miss the allure of getting to declare,
"I will have the Butter Chicken."