Yet Another Post About Curry (Also A Graph!)

I managed to go a week and two days without a curry. The withdrawal symptoms were getting too much to bear.

I went to my usual haunt with the lovely Dr K and the mighty Mr Berry and indulged in special chops and lashings of toilet humour, some of which involved thinking up boob related names for curries, such as Mammary Madras, Boobie Bhuna, Jubbly Jalfrezi and Titty Tikka Masala (all courtesy of Dr K) Don't ask why. It just happened. You had to be there.

Apparently exposure to me drags Mr Berry's sense of humour into the gutter (a place I believe it gravitates to naturally) and keeps it there, allegedly against its will.

As has become customary in this blog, a graph has been produced to illustrate the Daz Effect:


Back to the curry narrative: You know you eat out too much when, whilst giving you the bill, the waiter says 'So we'll see you again tomorrow night, huh?'

I don't care. The curry is good.

Afterwards we stopped by Mr Berry's house and tried his home made apple pie ice cream. Man did that taste of apple pie. My mouth was simultaneously delighted and confused! It doesn't experience those two states together very often.