Growing up in the U.S., “spicy” meant buffalo wings or maybe a jalapeño on nachos. Then I had real Indian curry. It wasn’t just “hot.” It was layers—cinnamon, cumin, cardamom, chili. Sweet, earthy, fiery all at once. I took one bite and felt both comfort and chaos in my mouth. At first, I thought: “Why would anyone eat something that makes you sweat?” But by the second plate, I realized—it wasn’t about punishment, it was about flavor. Now, American “spicy” feels like a cheap jump scare. Indian spice? That’s a whole novel written in taste. #IndianFood #CurryLove #FoodAwakening