It's unlike me to post so soon after a post but a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do unless it involves many things that could just be a post of their own.
Did a sinful thing today. Women and children this where you don't need to run away it has little to do with carnal crimes though I was accused of looking like an RCSO (Repeated Child Sex Offender)... Note I was accused of looking like one not being one. That's another post again. Well realised early in life that there was little I could do with my looks outside of orthodontics and plastic surgery so took the cheaper option. In this country it's still braces. And on an aside I have a friend who epitomises the term permanent braces - she's had them for six years. Think it's time she paid the dentist. Money, not a visit.
But as always, I digress. The sinful thing's details follow. I was making myself a chicken sandwich for lunch a la Subway except it had regular slices of bread and cost about a tenth when I discovered that jalapenos can be used not just as sandwich garnish but if soaked in vodka long enough they can make Absolut Peppar taste like peach schnapps. So in my infinite wisdom and goodwill dropped a couple of slices in a glass of vodka and left it in the 'fridge to soak. And in my aforementioned infinite wisdom and goodwill informed dad (funny story coming up) that the concoction would be ready by the time he got home. The Provider in HIS infinite wisdom searched the freezer and found little besides frozen peas (duh!). So here I am a peg of jalapeno vodka down, buzzing like a bee on steroids and the insides feeling like Mount Doom - blogging. Colleen McCollough once said that pain brings out the best in us all... those of you who've read till here would agree - balls.
So here's the funny story, will have to give the Provider credit for coming up with the idea of adding chilli/tabasco and other such noxious substances to vodka in order to get to the bee on steroids state. That's not the funny story. The Man walks in one day with a new bottle of hooch pours himself a glass and sips it and says, "Hey, this tastes nothing like what I make. It's actually sweet. Why's it called Hot Fling?" "Dad, it's peach flavoured" "Peach? where does it say peach?" Innocent, quietly amused point at the fine print. Reading glasses later, "This is horrible stuff..."
There's now a near full bottle of Hot Fling untouched for the past couple of weeks and a draft of a letter to the consumer court for misleading nomenclature.
Materazzi while walking alongside Zidane said, "Zizou bhaiya, aapse ek baat poochni thi... log Chlormint kyun khate hain..."
Did a sinful thing today. Women and children this where you don't need to run away it has little to do with carnal crimes though I was accused of looking like an RCSO (Repeated Child Sex Offender)... Note I was accused of looking like one not being one. That's another post again. Well realised early in life that there was little I could do with my looks outside of orthodontics and plastic surgery so took the cheaper option. In this country it's still braces. And on an aside I have a friend who epitomises the term permanent braces - she's had them for six years. Think it's time she paid the dentist. Money, not a visit.
But as always, I digress. The sinful thing's details follow. I was making myself a chicken sandwich for lunch a la Subway except it had regular slices of bread and cost about a tenth when I discovered that jalapenos can be used not just as sandwich garnish but if soaked in vodka long enough they can make Absolut Peppar taste like peach schnapps. So in my infinite wisdom and goodwill dropped a couple of slices in a glass of vodka and left it in the 'fridge to soak. And in my aforementioned infinite wisdom and goodwill informed dad (funny story coming up) that the concoction would be ready by the time he got home. The Provider in HIS infinite wisdom searched the freezer and found little besides frozen peas (duh!). So here I am a peg of jalapeno vodka down, buzzing like a bee on steroids and the insides feeling like Mount Doom - blogging. Colleen McCollough once said that pain brings out the best in us all... those of you who've read till here would agree - balls.
So here's the funny story, will have to give the Provider credit for coming up with the idea of adding chilli/tabasco and other such noxious substances to vodka in order to get to the bee on steroids state. That's not the funny story. The Man walks in one day with a new bottle of hooch pours himself a glass and sips it and says, "Hey, this tastes nothing like what I make. It's actually sweet. Why's it called Hot Fling?" "Dad, it's peach flavoured" "Peach? where does it say peach?" Innocent, quietly amused point at the fine print. Reading glasses later, "This is horrible stuff..."
There's now a near full bottle of Hot Fling untouched for the past couple of weeks and a draft of a letter to the consumer court for misleading nomenclature.
Materazzi while walking alongside Zidane said, "Zizou bhaiya, aapse ek baat poochni thi... log Chlormint kyun khate hain..."
