On Friday, I realized when I'd checked out some of the activities taking place in town this weekend that there was A Conflict. A huge conflict. The kind of conflict that caused a surge of existential foodie angst in my soul. Two big street fair/food festivals taking place on the same day in the city. You think the permits committee would have also noticed the same and made someone move one of them. Maybe they just don't have their stomachs in the right place or don't appreciate the drama that this causes for some of us who travel more by our sense of taste. Indian food and Barbecue in the same day. In the same city. What to do????
Today was the 8th Annual Blues BBQ over on Pier 54 on the Hudson River. Great music, wonderful food. Roots deep into my Southern soul. Hanging out on the river. Eating juicy, smoky, delectable barbecue with all the sides. Listening to the deep, soulful sounds of the blues by some great artists. What could be better on a hot August afternoon?
On the other hand, in Madison Square Park today, the annual India Day Parade was also taking place. This is an Asian-subcontinent culinary lovers dream. Dhal, rice, saag paneer, chicken tikka masala ready to eat and waiting for me. The air filled with spices. Shake Shack closed for the day so that all that one can smell is the exotic perfume of curries without the clash of hamburger grease (much as I like that smell in its own right). The part of my life and soul that craves these tastes is lit on fire by the thought.
Arrrgghhh!!! What to do? Would this cause chaos for my digestive system and my tastebuds? The timing of each of these events could allow me to go to both. Would my very being be torn in two by trying to attempt to satisfy both very different parts of my persona in one day? What was I to do?
There was always Option D - A and B to pick one or the other and C being to do both - which is to do neither and go home and take a nap. This is an option that is sometimes offered by a sibling of mine. The weather was gloomy and rain threatened. The bus I wanted to take downtown never seemed to show, although every other bus seemed to arrive. I took that as a sign that I was not meant to go to either festival. In the end, I decided on a version of Option D, which was to go home and watch cooking shows.
For dinner, I pulled these sausages out of the freezer that I'd gotten at the Greenmarket a few weeks back. Their curry taste is subtle and filled the bill for my Indian food craving. The barbecue part will have to wait until lunchtime next week when I can make it to Daisy Mae's food cart in Midtown for a smoky, pulled pork sandwich and some sweet iced tea.