.... been cooking today, and the house reeks of curry powder, garlic, and coconut milk.... those poor, poor chicken breasts.... I imagine that never once in their entire little East Tennessee chicken lives did they ever imagine checking out this way... slowly percolating themselves off into that sweet oblivion that is korma...
.. my naan bread is a bust though... but hey, it always is.... but that doesn't stop me... nope... when it comes to eventually conjuring up the perfect naan bread, I am dogged in my efforts.... but I'm thinking that it takes some sort of celestial-aligning for me to get that crap to rise properly... perhaps a sacrifice of some sort... or maybe some chants or a tribal-style dance...
... anyway, I think I'll go and slip into my silk Punjabi and read some Kipling out on the patio... that always freaks the neighbors out... the Punjabi, that is, not the Kipling...
.... I do so love my Saturday afternoons....
Heh. Your Saturday afternoons differ from weekdays...how?
Poor, poor chicken breasts. ;-)
Bullshitted by agent bedhead on April 8, 2006 03:43 PM... that was cold, agent bedhead... right, of course, but still very cold...
Bullshitted by Eric on April 8, 2006 04:00 PMa punjabi for a curry? What can I do for some okar and tomatoes stwewed up with an onion and a bit of garlic? Bongo drums on the back porch?
Bullshitted by GUYK on April 8, 2006 05:34 PM... overalls, sir... they'd work just fine... I wear mine when I do corn on the cob...
Bullshitted by Eric on April 8, 2006 05:54 PMYou better be careful, killer...neighbor of mine was arrested the other day for Kipling in Public...seriously, though, that korma sounds good...I've got some fine IPA that would go really well with some chicken korma or Rogan Josh right about now...that's India Pale Ale, not Isopropyl Alcohol, bub...
Bullshitted by Elisson on April 8, 2006 09:57 PM