hope itches
22 August 2005 21:48dinner with parents
They took me out to Indian, even though I told them I'd eaten it for more than half my week. Mom asked me what I had, and I recited the list. She asked where I'd bought it from, and I told her I made it myself. I spent half an hour telling her ways of making pakoras, and Dad even reminded her of the tandoori chicken I once made in front of her.
Is it too much to hope for, that next time we talk, she might remember I cook?
I mean, maybe someday?
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Date: 23 Aug 2005 07:47 (UTC)no subject
Date: 23 Aug 2005 15:18 (UTC)I can't even type that with a straight face. :-)
Seriously tho, what do you do for pakoras?
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Date: 24 Aug 2005 02:57 (UTC)