Chapter 6

He's an excellent cook. His overheated house is always smelling of something delicious. His spice rack looks like an apothecary's shop. When he opens his refrigerator or his cupboards, there are many brand names I don't recognize; in fact, I can't even tell what language they're in. We are in India. But he handles Western dishes equally well. He makes me the most zesty yet subtle macaroni and cheese I've ever had. And his vegetarian tacos would be the envy of all Mexico.

I notice something else: his cupboards are jam-packed. Behind every door, on every shelf, stand mountains of neatly stacked cans and packages. A reserve of food to last the siege of Leningrad.

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    他是个高明的厨师。他那暖气开得太足的家里总是飘散着某种美味佳肴的气味。他放调味品的架子就像一家药店。当他打开冰箱或碗橱的时候，那里面有很多商标名 称都是我不认识的。我甚至不知道那些名称是哪一个国家的语言。我们是在印度。但是他的西式菜肴同样烧得很好。他给我做了我所尝过的最有滋味然而又是最清淡 的通心粉和奶酪。他做的墨西哥煎玉米卷会让全墨西哥都羡慕的。

    我还注意到一件事：他的几只碗橱都塞得满满的。在每一扇橱门后面，在每一层架子上，整整齐齐地堆着像山一样高的罐子和盒子。食物储备足够度过列宁格勒包围战。