I flipped my notebook to a new page and scribbled a few ideas—the cake-shop girl, the lamb industry (take care with the ick factor), and maybe craft beer. Thinking of my upcoming meal with Pavi, I added, “British Indian food?” I sent a quick email back offering a selection of times we could Skype and leaned back, setting pots of possible ideas to simmer on the back burners of my imagination.
