what’s so bad about being obsessed?
- on 05.24.03
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I think I’m addicted to Indian food. It’s not like I’m shooting it directly into my veins or anything, but the need for vindaloo strikes me at odd times and I can only describe it as “Jonesin’”… however since we’re talking about curry, perhaps I should say I’m “Gandhin’”. It’s 11:30 at night and right now I’m eating what could only be described as the Indian-food version of the Hungry-Man frozen dinner. Palak Paneer with some kind of wannabe rice. But it’s not half-bad and it’s definitely got the flavor, so I am sated for now. Of course, I’m missing nan. The bread, not the girl. I’m not sure I can buy frozen nan at the Food Lion, so I should just be happy with what I have.
The fact is, I should be in bed right now. Sleeping. But earlier today I started thinking about Indian food again. And once I start thinking about Indian food, well, I just can’t stop. Fortunately, it was time for a trip to the supermarket anyway, so I debated whether or not I should try to make some of my own Indian cuisine… maybe a little lamb curry… but thanks to the good folks at Ethnic Gourmet Foods, Inc. I picked up a few frozen entrees to tide me over. Then I went home and made some hamburgers on my George Foreman grill. Because I’m funny like that.
But then, I just had the urge… and I’ve learned that once the urge strikes, you should just give in. So, I just had a delicious nighttime snack of palak paneer from the convenience of my own microwave. Thank God for 2003.
