"You like Indian food," Andrew told me, completely out of the blue.
I don't remember what we were talking about before--his statement was so random that I completely forgot our previous conversation and instead found myself wondering why he thought to inform me of my apparent love of Indian food.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"I just figured that out tonight," he said, "Because you ordered Indian food."
"So? We ate at an Indian restaurant--you ordered Indian food, too."
It wasn't that I was contradicting him for contradiction's sake. I do like Indian food. I just wanted to know why his little epiphany occurred last night.
"You ordered Indian food last night and that one time we went to California Pizza Kitchen, you ordered an Indian pizza."
I didn't remember what kind of pizza I had ordered there.
"That mango tandoori chicken grossness," he prompted.
"Oh, yeah! That was good!"
"See? You like Indian food,"
Okay, you've proved your point. I like Indian food. So sue me.
I also like Italian and Mexican and Middle Eastern and Russian and...let's just say I'm not quite as picky as Andrew is when it comes to eating.
Well, Indian food is GOOD!!!! I'm going to miss it being so readily available...
ReplyDeleteSo Heidi, when are you finished? I have noticed on a few posts lately you have said, "I am going to miss this" or "I am going to miss that" and so I am just wondering when and what comes next for you. And thank you, Heissatopia, for providing a venue for my curiosity.
ReplyDeleteSorry but I really HATE Indian food. I've tried it several times but I just can't do it. And it doesn't help at all that our condo that we moved into stinks of curry (the previous people were from India). I think I'm being cursed....
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