( continues...) it wasn't his fault, it was the company's price. The total came out to Rs. 2685. My dad counted out a number of bills and handed them to him.
He said, "This is only Rs. 2500."
My dad replied, "It's okay."
He begrudgingly crossed out the 2685 on his ledger and replaced it with a 2500. My dad, he is savvy, I'll give him that. I don't think we actually knew that guy, even tangentially.
And before you go home, make sure to have a masala dosa and some pav bhaji, cause they don't make it like this in America.
my beloved high fructose corn syrup
t weeps for the wrongness that is Polter-Cow
Otherwise, that is lovely. I'm not much of an international traveler, all the details are fascinating to me.
Skimmed like a skimming thing...
Susan, I was vacuuming and cleaning (ugh) because playgroup is here tomorrow, but I just replied.
Now to go back and read more of P-C's Adventures Abroad.
Okay, the pie is in the oven. If ya'll can get here by 8, we'll share.
Okay, the pie is in the oven. If ya'll can get here by 8, we'll share.
Hmmmm....Chicago to Ohio. I could do it.
If I knew you were coming, Kat, I'd delay the serving until you got here.
Awww...that's better than the pie, itself (which, I'm sure is fantastic)!
Unfortunately, I have class tonight. No Deena or pie for me.
No Deena or pie for me.
Sadder words have never been uttered.
Dang. Class is good though. Maybe sometime when there isn't a class.
Dinner's cooking: chicken alfredo on bite-sized rigatoni (longer pasta can be a disaster movie at our house); steamed green beans, a salad of romaine, field greens, tomatoes and cukes, and apple pie for dessert. I'm pleased.
Of course, it's sauce from a jar and the greens are bagged, but I don't really care. I could make sauce that good, but it would be work.
