Thing 1:
PRINCESS TICKY BOX! OMG!
OMGOMGOMG!!!! So wee! So gorgeous! So wee! Such a lovely name! And the hat!
::bounces and bounces and bounces::
Thing 2:
NEVER EATEN INDIAN FOOD??????!!!
t /astounded
::reflects::
OK, I guess you guys have Mexican as your default food? Or Chinese? Or - wow. Wow. Indian food = YUM.
Unscary things for a beginner: chicken biryani, chicken korma (mild, creamy, coconut/almond), lamb passanda (similar). Rogan josh (tomato-ish). Prawn Patia (tomatoy, sharp, yummy). Peshwari Naan is The One True Naan, imho - it's like naan filled with marzipan, almost! Yum! Sweetness as a delicious contrast to one's spicy curry.
Mmmmmm. Indian food. Onion baajis. Vegetable pakoras. Indian sweets! Yum!
Aaaaaand now I want curry. Damn it. Chicken Tikka Masala (which, granted, is never the same recipe twice) is our most popular dish. I had
yummy
Indian food with my mum at a new place in town when I was home at Easter.
TICKY BOX!
I've never had Indian food either.
And you live so close to Philly! Unless it's changed (which it could've; it's been 7 years), there are some great Indian places near Penn's campus. Yum yum yum.
OMG!!! Lillian is so damned adorable!!! And tiny! I keep forgetting how tiny they are when they come out.
It also adds to my theory that babies look like their fathers when they first appear but tend to take on more of their mother's features as they grow. /bullshit theory
I am dead from the cuteness. I also want more pictures.
Indian sweets! Yum!
I hate Indian sweets. Waaaay too sweet for me.
Hmmmm...will my waistline let me get away with another lunch?
Oh, when I worked in Willesden Green in my Very Worst Job Ever, the one redeeming feature was a vegetarian Sweet Mart across the road that did lovely curries, and a dish of roast cassava root with chili sauce, and a whole array of brightly coloured things with unappetising names like Barfi and delicious flavours. Cardamom. Coconut. Mmmmm...
and a whole array of brightly coloured things with unappetising names like Barfi
Ew. Barfi. Eat the foil, why don't you.
Fay makes Indian food sound delicious. Now I want to try some. Like, tonight.
And you live so close to Philly!
And yet we never go into the city, unless it's a) the zoo, b) the airport, or c) when I was taking Ben to Children's Hospital for his foot. We've been to Old City *once* in the eight years we've lived here, and went to Warm Daddy's for blues. We're pathetic.
