So, I peer into the fridge and look at my big glass bowl of achar everyday. The thing about achar is, it tastes better with age. I know YK has been peeling open the cling film to steal some for tasting
I think it's just perfect and I bet he thinks so too, though he says, "It's good, but a little too spicy."
My colleague came by the other night and YK quickly suggested, "Aren't you going to give Aunty LT a jar of achar?"
But of course! That same night, I started dreaming the big achar dream. Maybe I can set up a small shop to sell my achar. It can be quite profitable as the cost of raw materials is low. But I can't sell nothing but achar in a shop. Maybe I can rope in my Korean friend to make kimchi. We can specialise in pickles, chutney, spices and salad dressings! We can be the spice girls!
This morning I finally bottled up the achar. I thought there was enough to feed an army but I was quite wrong. I couldn't even fill up half a dozen bottles. At first I thought I could even send some to my friends, but I guess there isn't enough to go around.
There is hope. If I decide to open the achar shop, I will need lots of practice. That's when I need many guinea pigs.