It all started out two nights ago when my roommates declared they were going to Miami for two days with a bunch of other guys. Now I had a pretty good idea of what they were going to get up to out there, and unfortunately, I'm not the kind of guy who enjoys that sort of thing. Sad, but true.
For those who don't know what I'm talking out, I should mention that one of the major qualities of this friend of ours called Avinash(the guy who came up with the idea of the Miami trip) is that he can outdrink the most seasoned Irish drinker. Fill him up with alcohol to the point that you can hear it sloshing around inside, and he'll barely be unsteady on his feet.
Now it's always great fun to watch a bunch of progressively drunker guys make fools of themselves - in fact, a friend of mine claims that this is his only activity on the rare occasions he goes to a club.
Still, it gets boring after a while. I'm not a glutton for boredom, and luckily I wasn't invited. This gave me the idea that I could use this time to force myself to cook, and it worked. Necessity is indeed the mother of not-so-futile dodges.
I created some pretty tasty zeera-aloo - for those of you who don't speak Hindi or Urdu, this is basically a bunch of potatoes the way my mom makes back home. As far as I'm concerned, this is a great culinary achievement. Besides, I'm one of those guys who could live forever on potatoes.
I think I'll try my hand at making some rice tonight. Wish me luck. I'll keep the fire extinguisher ready.
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