Chicken Makhani Anyone?
So we meet her and submitted a proposal. Three years later, Clearly our prices have gone up and she is complaining about them throughout our conversations. Apparently, she didn’t understand the concept of inflation and my prices from three years ago are non-existent. From the beginning of our conversations until verbally agreeing to our services, she wanted to get me to do the decor and get the centerpieces from another vendor. This is a no no as we want to be in control in the overall look of the room and if some florist comes in and busts out with carnations, well I’m not happy with this, because it “uglifies” the event.
She kept on bringing up this other vendor doing the floral centerpieces. Curious as to who this other talented designer was I asked her and she told me it was the caterer. I said “what?” And it was a Indian caterer nonetheless!
Weeks went by, and I wasn’t going to lose making the centerpieces to a caterer! So I basically told her that we have to do the ENTIRE decor of the event. I mean what would this indian caterer provide for a centerpiece? One of those spice caddys that has the lazy Susan turntables on the bottom? No- not happening!
So she finally agreed to us handling the event and my prices set forth. Well the In-laws (to be) were in town and she wanted them to meet me and hear my ideas. So they came by and I showed them everything from the Mandap to the centerpieces and they loved everything especially the centerpieces.
We were all having a nice meeting until she brought up the caterer to potentially making the centerpieces. I immediately got annoyed because we were regressing. So I explained to Amita auntie and her daughters future in-laws who seemed pretty grounded: “Ok, amita auntie, that is fine, let the caterer make the centepieces, but under ONE condition: I make the best chicken makhani, so you have to order that entree from me! After I finish setting up the Mandap, I will rush into the kitchen (as IF I have time to cut onions and tomatoes?) to prepare the food. Would this be acceptable? It is fair, right? Would you like to taste some now? C’mon, let’s do it!”
So what happened?
I didn’t get hired by Amita auntie. And she didn’t order any chicken makhani from me either-
I remember this like it was yesterday. You have enough room in your office to put up a poster that reads, “You get what you pay for.”
I absolutely LOVE this story. And yes… your chicken makahnee is to DIE for. Speaking of which, when are you calling me over for Chicken Makhanee?