That wasn't raita

I'm trying a few things out to get the hang of blogging...so bear with me. I'm like the Rainman of technology. I can't work and iPod, I don't have Bill Pay and I can't figure out how to change the ringer for different people on my phone. I'd love to have Gold Digger play when my brother calls.

Adventures in Bombay

I have heartburn. I called my bff to find out the nearest place to get indian food. I had a hankering for samosas. She directs me to an indian restaurant in the Village. A bit of a drive in congested downtown and Rice University area...but I needed some curry, STAT. I take off with my food and I find a nice neat little container of raita (a yogurt sauce that cleanses the palate and coats the stomach from the harsh spices.)

I dipped a big piece of Chicken Tikki Masala in it only to realize that it wasn't raita...but rice pudding. I was wondering why it wasn't on the buffet.

I never did get to the samosas.

The End.