I like breakfast meets. Particularly the ones that happen on Sunday mornings. It is a nice reason to get up early on a holiday and it also sets the pace for an interesting day ahead. Last Sunday (hey, is it just yesterday? Trust a Monday to make you forget that!), my family visited a good friend's home for breakfast. I was visiting their home for the first time and from my earlier meetings with this good friend (let us call him Mr.Bee), I knew it would be an interesting morning.
Mr.Bee is a fifty something person who has a tremendously successful foot in a lot of pies (forget the bad metaphor). He does some serious spice trading, dabbles in travel and real estate, networks with such a zeal that the phones in his home ring non-stop and makes interesting conversation with an unhurried air. He is always bang in the middle of some activity and volunteers to take on more. Happily married to a wife who makes awesome masala dosas and full of fatherly pride for a daughter who refuses to wear jewellery, this man is amazing.
While we were waiting for breakfast to be served, in polished silver plates, I struck a conversation with him about his passion, travelling. His eyes lit up and he told me he was off to Sri Lanka in June. "Do you want to join us?" he asked all of us. And before I could get an answer in, he was telling me about an Alaska trip in the offing. My eyes lit up now and I asked him all sorts of questions - when, where, what, how, who? He told me about the cruise he had in mind, how long the trip should be and how he would be delighted if we joined him. And all this when I had not even started complimenting the great breakfast! Now Alaska is something that I intend to pursue. He said next May. Hmm...I have an entire year to dream!
Mr.Bee was pretty well informed on a lot of topics. He moved on from Amadeus for travel reservations to the proportion of peaberry and chicory for a perfect cup of filter coffee, with effortless ease. At the end of a truly sumptuous breakfast that lasted long enough to double up as lunch, we left his home laden with farewell gifts.
In case you are wondering, I got a very pretty yellow Georgette saree as my gift. And did I mention that he designed his house all by himself and that Inside-Outside want to feature it in one of their issues?
It was one amazing breakfast meeting!