Monday, August 07, 2006
Marinating a chicken is not as easy as it looks. Found that out this weekend as we tried to bar-b-que our way out of hunger. All kinds of Shaan masalay, adrak, lassan, lemon, and a whole whack of unrecognizable stuff. Many permutations and combinations finally led to a tastilicous tandoori chicken.
My job was to simply pick a good movie so I stood there amused as we fumbled and tumbled our way with the chicken. Watched Glory Road; typical sports movie with a twist of racial segragation in sports with the exception that this was a true story. Touching but it's no Lord of the Rings!
Sweltering heat, victory by a huge margin, a scratched knee taking a catch. So passed Sunday.
Much walking, more sky high temperatures, and a feeling of somethings-missing-but-I-cant-quite-put-my-finger-on-it accumulated into a visit to the yearly Hertiage Days.
Political front was buzzing like a beehive; much needs to be said. Stay tuned.
My job was to simply pick a good movie so I stood there amused as we fumbled and tumbled our way with the chicken. Watched Glory Road; typical sports movie with a twist of racial segragation in sports with the exception that this was a true story. Touching but it's no Lord of the Rings!
Sweltering heat, victory by a huge margin, a scratched knee taking a catch. So passed Sunday.
Much walking, more sky high temperatures, and a feeling of somethings-missing-but-I-cant-quite-put-my-finger-on-it accumulated into a visit to the yearly Hertiage Days.
Political front was buzzing like a beehive; much needs to be said. Stay tuned.
Faraz Ahmed 11:21 p.m.