So this weekend I cooked Indian food for the first time. Actually, since I tend to get home right about dinnertime if not later, and given that most restaurants will happily take my money on those occasions when A. doesn't want to cook, I haven't actually, you know, cooked, in several years. Hmm, make that many years, as I ate out almost exclusively when I lived in the Haight. These days, I'll throw things together for myself, particularly with my current diet, but it's very possible that A. has never, in actual fact, eaten my cooking. Until yesterday.
( So, Indian food. I mean, why go the easy route? )
( So, Indian food. I mean, why go the easy route? )