For the Useless Epiphanies Files
Yesterday's instant Starbucks oatmeal of adequacy badly needed SOMEthing. Even with the usual supplementary half & half splash and two fingers of cinnamon, further flavor was required.
Contemplating the catalog of seasonings stowed in my desk drawer o' edibles, approximately-edibles, and edible-enhancers, I eyed the shaker of curry powder. Jiralu, if I recall correctly; so useful in so many circumstances, it turns microwave popcorn into pure crack, and like so many currylike substances, improves everything it touches.
Except this time, without even trying it, just the thought was enough to conclude that this was a thing which would NOT be improved with the addition of curry.
So! One such thing exists in the world. Surprised the heck out of me.
Contemplating the catalog of seasonings stowed in my desk drawer o' edibles, approximately-edibles, and edible-enhancers, I eyed the shaker of curry powder. Jiralu, if I recall correctly; so useful in so many circumstances, it turns microwave popcorn into pure crack, and like so many currylike substances, improves everything it touches.
Except this time, without even trying it, just the thought was enough to conclude that this was a thing which would NOT be improved with the addition of curry.
So! One such thing exists in the world. Surprised the heck out of me.