Don’t Eat the Corn!

My co-workers were having a celebratory kareoke party that ended up doubling as a pseudo going away party for us. My manager and her husband are from Pakistan and whenever there is a get together she makes chicken curry. I convinced her to make lentils for me, even though she doesn't like them and was certain that no one would eat them. Before I even had a chance to dig in, someone that had taken a scoop before me yelled from the back deck, "Don't eat the corn!" because the lentils were quite spicy. I enjoyed them immensily and could likely live off of them alone if money constraints warranted it.

She also made these potatoes that were filled with minced meat which I'd never had before. There was chicken curry, butter chicken and some sort of beef curry. Shannon and I were both hungover - disappointly so because we could hardly eat for our last Sunday brunch with my grandma and could not stomach more than a plate of curry between the two of us. Delicious food and good company, but my disliking of kareoke had us heading for the door soon after nightfall.