profoundly satisfied
Chicken, beef and lamb better scurry
When I make my hot little curry,
When I make my hot little curry that will singe your top!
Feel that singe and talk with a stutter
When I add some rice and some butter.
Cosy smokes'll help - only what're bound to make it stop!
The curry's yeller, the onions are brown,
The peppers defy Irish weather,
With beef in the curry you can wolf right down,
Misplace your brain altogether.
if you catch the reference, it means you're a geek or you're madbard. or, in the case of madbard, both. (shout-out to m' peeps)
i made and ate the spiciest beef curry known to man last night. the trick: leave the vindaloo curry paste in the fridge for a month. it only gets hotter. then add too much curry paste because that's what you usually do to make it spicy.
the trick to eating it? a lot of rice, a shot of whiskey, and a chaser of cigarettes (smoked, not eaten). seriously, you have to kill your tastebuds.
i am deeply, profoundly satisfied on a level that rivals completion of a 20-minute orchestra piece, sexual gratification, and spring cleaning rolled into one.
in fact, today i don't have to compose, have sex, or clean because the curry was so satisfying.
hmmm... i might be on to something here...
When I make my hot little curry,
When I make my hot little curry that will singe your top!
Feel that singe and talk with a stutter
When I add some rice and some butter.
Cosy smokes'll help - only what're bound to make it stop!
The curry's yeller, the onions are brown,
The peppers defy Irish weather,
With beef in the curry you can wolf right down,
Misplace your brain altogether.
if you catch the reference, it means you're a geek or you're madbard. or, in the case of madbard, both. (shout-out to m' peeps)
i made and ate the spiciest beef curry known to man last night. the trick: leave the vindaloo curry paste in the fridge for a month. it only gets hotter. then add too much curry paste because that's what you usually do to make it spicy.
the trick to eating it? a lot of rice, a shot of whiskey, and a chaser of cigarettes (smoked, not eaten). seriously, you have to kill your tastebuds.
i am deeply, profoundly satisfied on a level that rivals completion of a 20-minute orchestra piece, sexual gratification, and spring cleaning rolled into one.
in fact, today i don't have to compose, have sex, or clean because the curry was so satisfying.
hmmm... i might be on to something here...