those dreaded moments from a previous night -

oh, they're there, right at the end of a drinking
session,
out comes the mother tongue -
  and then out comes a superficial interest
in religion -
                i take it for granted -
                   as you have to, have 70cl of
a decent bourbon...
                    and however many times i try to
avoid it: i'm ready for a "boxing" match with
topics i have no interest in, but somehow manage
to write something about them...
   unlike someone who goes out drinking -
and then "pretends" to forget something stupid
from the previous night, having this
moral hangover: by enforcing the rule of not
trying to remember... sadly...
   when you write... you remember...
                           sadly... sadly? well, not really:
you go off into the nether-region of interest -
but you always, always come back the next
day: to what's truly important -
                    in this case? let's just say,
under communism? marx jews etc.?
       you didn't get a two day weekend -
                      everyone worked on saturday;
hence the following ambitious step:

it was going to be a marathon, a ******
mountain to climb,
   but like i was once: america, russia et al.
can have their stock-pile of nukes
   and other military, equipment...
  me? just one example to make,
      arsenal of ingredients to make
                      chettinad chicken curry,
with peshwari naan bread
     + a different chicken curry:
                              seyal-sindhi style...
and there you have your saturday afternoon
made: four hours in the kitchen...
                      i think excluded marinating
the chicken diced and marinated in garlic+ginger
paste with turmeric... hmm...
but the chettinad took the fa-king ****...
    11+ ingredients... 11+! can you imagine
     a pizza with 11 toppings?! i don't think so.
it begins with dry roasting:

   peppercorns, dried red chilies, coriander seeds,
fennel seeds, cumin seeds, a bay leaf,
   curry leaves, poppy seeds, cardamon, cloves,
a cinnamon stick, a star of anise, grated coconut...

and that's just for the paste, which is blitzed
  with just enough water...

then of course the gravy... onions and
chopped tomatoes... onions being friend in...
ooh, ooh la la: coconut oil;
   mind you, you can also rub that oil on
your skin and into your hair when washing it...
so there you go... 2-in-1...
apparently it works better than a conditioner.

ah... but the pershwari...
   almonds, coconut, raisins, yoghurt
stuffed into a home-made naan bread...

there's this funny saying:
  about as entertaining as watching paint dry...
let me tell you something different though:
i've never seen anything more entertaining
than watching home-made dough grow -
in a bowl, in a sink filled with hot water,
  with some cling-film covering the bowl...
i could look at that blob for ages...
   how at first the cling-film is sunken -
and once the yeast do their bit: it seems to almost
want to pop!

    yet there's a conclusive remark to be made...
indian food?
    (sniffing sound of a dog) -
  your neighbours can smell you cooking
something...
                           it's that ****** potent -
takes me back to days spent in a chemistry lab...
how you can have this microcosmos of
change with, but: one dish...
                          that's why a student of
chemistry will rare discuss the pop-culture
adherents of either biological ref. or physics ref.:
we move on... sometimes we **** in
accidently, like stepping on someone's foot
  in a crowded place...
                    opinions entertained for an hour,
esp. when espressed drinking...
                this: this is the real thing going on -
a typical english august with glum skies
and a thunder-storm...
       and then in late afternoon: an indian evening
as if, it really was summer;
  but it ain't cos then it starts ******* once
again by 10p.m.