“You never wrote about the curry plane.”
“The … the curry plane?”
He nods, pouting. I am confused.
“Like, a plane of existence that consists of … curry?” I ask, hoping for clarification.
He is annoyed.
“The curry plane.”
“The curry plain,” I say, nodding, having no idea to what he is referring. “… a spacious expanse filled with curry.”
“The plane in Munich airport.”
“Yes. There are many planes in Munich Airport.”
“There is one that serves curry.”
I finally understand what he’s talking about.
“You’re mad at me because – ”
“You never wrote about the curry.”
There is more to it, of course. The curry post – or lack thereof – was the line of demarcation for Rand. For him, it marked where I stopped blogging regularly about our travels. He is wrong – not about my failure to blog regularly (that is a fact I can’t