So the other day I held a party and (almost) nobody came. First time that ever happened to me in the history of my throwing parties. Granted, the theme was a little obscure: Shahruhk Khan Day, and the kitchen play involved Indian cuisine, but really. All most folks had to do was show up, eat and watch some Bollywood. How hard could that have been?
* the recipe calls for letting the eggplant weep out its bitter juices.... yeah, ok, right, it was a stretch, title-wise, but cut me some slack.
But RJ came through, and the two of us had a wonderful time, cooking up a storm and weeping our way through all three-plus hours of Kutch Kutch Hota Hai, arguably one of Shahruhk's more romantic fil-ums. Sigh. That Shahruhk, he is SUCH a hottie.
RJ made paneer, and Publix had fresh peas and lovely eggplants, so the menu included motter paneer, lamb with coconut and peas, eggplant a la "the imam wept", kir, mango lassis, motter paneer samosas, and plain old rice.
Here's a couple of photos of our endeavors, kitchen-wise
In other ramblings, my tat is finally healing up. Note to self: don't wear anything with straps that rub a fresh tattoo, it makes for a big mess, and a miserable healing experience.
Things I'm not allowed to say to customers, but wish I could: Hey, stupid, the i-pods all sound the same, even if they are different colors. You don't need to listen to all of them, one will do.
I'm amazed at how many different ways there are to (mis)use a cell phone. I have grown accustomed to seeing people treat them like walkie-talkies, first holding it up to an ear, and then repositioning it to in front of their mouths, like the mic isn't multi-directional, but the variety of positions is astonishing.
One woman kept holding the mouthpiece at right angles to her ear when she was trying to listen. Imagine the cell phone was a q-tip and she was digging in her ear... that's how she was holding her phone. The mouth end poking into her ear. And just how did that help her hear?
Another man was flipping his phone around so that he was trying to listen to the back side.
Ah well, technology is difficult, eh?
And, yes. This entry was created on my mac. Sigh. I love this machine.
* the recipe calls for letting the eggplant weep out its bitter juices.... yeah, ok, right, it was a stretch, title-wise, but cut me some slack.
But RJ came through, and the two of us had a wonderful time, cooking up a storm and weeping our way through all three-plus hours of Kutch Kutch Hota Hai, arguably one of Shahruhk's more romantic fil-ums. Sigh. That Shahruhk, he is SUCH a hottie.
RJ made paneer, and Publix had fresh peas and lovely eggplants, so the menu included motter paneer, lamb with coconut and peas, eggplant a la "the imam wept", kir, mango lassis, motter paneer samosas, and plain old rice.
Here's a couple of photos of our endeavors, kitchen-wise
In other ramblings, my tat is finally healing up. Note to self: don't wear anything with straps that rub a fresh tattoo, it makes for a big mess, and a miserable healing experience.
Things I'm not allowed to say to customers, but wish I could: Hey, stupid, the i-pods all sound the same, even if they are different colors. You don't need to listen to all of them, one will do.
I'm amazed at how many different ways there are to (mis)use a cell phone. I have grown accustomed to seeing people treat them like walkie-talkies, first holding it up to an ear, and then repositioning it to in front of their mouths, like the mic isn't multi-directional, but the variety of positions is astonishing.
One woman kept holding the mouthpiece at right angles to her ear when she was trying to listen. Imagine the cell phone was a q-tip and she was digging in her ear... that's how she was holding her phone. The mouth end poking into her ear. And just how did that help her hear?
Another man was flipping his phone around so that he was trying to listen to the back side.
Ah well, technology is difficult, eh?
And, yes. This entry was created on my mac. Sigh. I love this machine.