After a lengthy debate about whether we would have the soup I made for our tea, or if grace might have nothing but broken dreams (she doesn't like soup): Grace: Oh my god, you didn't tell me it was Insane Peppery Death Soup Me: I did warn you! And anyway, your mouth goes numb after the first bite. Grace: I think you lose your vision after the first bite! Me: (laughter, soup eating) Grace: I think we should get the doctor to take a look at your tongue. Me: Are you sayin' there's somethin' wrong with ol' Asbestee? Grace: (laughs muchly) Me: (laughs muchly) Grace: (lies on the floor and weeps)
After a few more bites (note, I'd finished mine before making the first post) Grace: ... Have you finished your soup?! Me: Yeah. Grace: ... did you cheat by lining yourself with ice cream first?
Why must we know how you live!? Also, you should never laugh and eat hot liquidy substances at the same time. Recipe for diaster that.
Is this what the people from the south of the US call chilli? Which seems to involve beens and chilli in various combinations from brain exploding heat to nuclear warfare in three galaxies hotness... Or is Grace just such a chilli wuss that she finds pepper a bit much to handle?
You forgot the obligatory: Garner: "No one must ever find out how we live" Grace: "Agreed" Although I'm glad you seem to break that rule a lot.
we actually didn't say that this time (yes, that IS a frequent call/response in this household.) instead, as soon as grace had caught her breath after the events in the first post, she said it must be turned into a tripod. only i couldn't be bothered to do it in comic format.
I am a total chilli wuss (I can handle other stuff pretty well, I just seem to struggle with chillis), but this was ordinary black pepper. So when he said 'I put in a lot of pepper', I assumed it would just taste a bit peppery. You know, kind of tasty and slightly tingly, not tongue-stripping and tear-inducing.
But Garner is supposed to be the god of Speakable Culinary Acts. I think shaving off his beard might have warped his powers. I think Ba should shave off his 'tache just to see what happens.
Well, "too f__ing peppery" sounds like a speakable way of describing something. Reg had Vindaloo for his birthday meal today, he loved it. I dipped a tip of cheese naan in it and nearly cried. Pah. Men.
Maybe they use that plastic, non-cheese to make cheese naans in england? The ones we get here are goey lush cheese, making it like a toasted cheese sandwich and like a snack in its own right.
The English are a right-thinking people who do not eat cheese naans. I don't know how they make them in France.
But what do the English have against bread and cheese? This seems like a strange aversion to me. Oh well, I'll blame the cucumber sandwiches.
Bread and cheese is fine (she types while eating a cheese sandwich), so long as they're the right sort.
The English cheese Naans are exactly the same as the French ones and can be found in most indian restaurants in either country. They are both great. Grace has no taste buds, as this topic has previously established.
I thought we'd established that I have too many and it's Garner's tongue that needs work. And I can honestly say that I have never seen cheese naan on the menu of any Indian restaurant I've been to in this country. And my visits have not been restricted!
Then I must have picked the 4 or 5 randomly selected ones in the country that do them... Or maybe you weren't actually looking for them (I couldn't tell you which of our local ones do Vindaloo or not, because I know I won't eat it whatever...). And I guess if you have too many taste buds it's just as bad, makes you picky. :biggrin:
You mean you're a scot who doesn't eat everything deep-fried ? That's just wrong. As wrong as a deep fried mars bar.
Cheese Naans are a miracle. Believe me. I can eat like a horse and my local Indian takeaway makes cheese naans that even i can't finish. They are amazing.
I've only ever had Garlic naan. But my friend told me the cheese one was good too. Something I shall investigate more thoroughly once I get my first paycheck... or get taken out to dinner... whichever comes first.
Hex! I haven't seen you on here in a while. did you ever get your present? If you didn't I'll send you another one but I'll have to wait until after the wildrice is harvested,in August. I hope school is going great for you and that you have a fun summer lined up
