
Ge Ge fancies himself to be, at the ripe old age of five, quite the food critic. Lately this has meant that anything I put in front of him is carefully sniffed, dissected by fork and knife, and tasted slowly, bit by bit. He uses words like “satisfying,” “savory” and “buttery” to describe dishes, and has, on more than one occasion, given me “more than 3 stars, less than 6” as a rating.
The worst review I’ve gotten to date is for a daal (red lentil) curry that I made a few weeks ago, which I’ve made lots of times before. Ge Ge took a few bites of the lentils, which had been simmered with potatoes, carrots and tomatoes in a thick sauce of coconut milk and Indian spices. He put his fork down and scowled.





