Once in a rare lazy while, I pick up ready to eat curry packets from the store for a meal. I figure I’ve worked hard, am exhausted, and deserve a break.
In the past couple of years, india had seen a profusion of ready too eat brands. With no particular loyalty, I pick out new brands every time. Nine if the brands is spectacular. Well barely passable. No one would ever mistake a ready to eat curry for the real thing.
Yesterday I opened a packet, squeezed out its contents, and came face to face with this:
All the cakewrecks poo jokes and pictures I have laughed at seem to have come back to bite me in the a$$.