…just as a rule in general.
For lunch today I had purchased Palak Paneer, a spinach and cottage cheese vegetarian curry, which, admittedly, I had never heard of before and had no clue what it was. My experience with Indian food was little more than the mild chicken curry AH makes every couple of weeks (mmm…chicken curry), Naan bread (mmm…Naan bread), and butter chicken (mmm…butter chicken). In other words, limited, to say the least. But what I had tried, I loved. And I’m always up for trying new things, as long as the description sounds good.
“Soft cubes of cottage cheese are simmered in a fresh spinach puree, creating a richly sumptuous dish.”
Pour pouch into microwaveable dish, heat for 4 – 5 minutes, and serve.
Even if I didn’t like it, at least I wasn’t wasting a lot of time or money, right? What’s the worst that could happen? Four minutes and four dollars wasn’t a lot to sacrifice if the end result was something as delicious as cottage cheese simmered in a fresh spinach puree, right?
WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.
Good lord, with all that I am and all that I’ll be WRONG.
Those four minutes were leading up to the worst split second of my life. A split second that I will never get back and never be able to erase from memory as long as I live. I will be forever traumatized, thanks to those four minutes and four dollars.
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You will probably puke, is all I’m saying.
I would apologize for the picture quality, on behalf of my photographically-challenged sister who had to take it while I was ralphing in the sink, but it’s really for your own good that it’s fuzzy. BECAUSE IT WAS MUCH WORSE IN PERSON.
My hand to God, I’ve seen more appealing sights in Avery’s diaper. It honestly looked like the day after a baby’s first experience with strained peas. A metric tonne of strained peas, Tabasco sauce, an entire package of Exlax, a cup of black coffee, and a Taco Bell burrito, shaken, not stirred.
I paid $3.85 for that. Apparently, I’ll buy anything. Even a bowl full of baby poop.