No Masala in my Mac n’ Cheese Pleeze!
So, part of being here at this apartment is that breakfast is no longer a part of the deal. This is really too bad, because the best thing about being at Kenneth’s place was breakfast. It was delicious and filling. I love South Indian food for breakfast, it’s the best. The baby and I loved it. Now, I have to eat cereal and toast again. Ahh, it was nice when it lasted. I am also on my own for dinner.
I went to the local “American” grocery store. I heard that they had oatmeal, cereal, cheese, ice cream, peanut butter and other stuff. The trip was the same as anyone who has to make a special trip to the Indian store in the states. The stuff is imported, so it’s a little expensive- but when you are done with sambar-, you are willing to pay any price for a tube of Pringles and hunk of cheese. This time, I paid nearly $3 for a box of Mac n Cheese. My plan: Mac-Cheese and Charmed on TV. Yes!
Instead, after making my mac-cheese, the Tamilian Aunty who was visiting from the Seychelles and was on her way back- wanted to taste my dinner—my Kraft Mac n’ Cheese dinner that is. I was dreading this moment. I purposely delayed making dinner knowing that they came anywhere near it, they would mess it up. She, as predicted, hated it! So, she made it her business to look for salt and pepper and when she couldn’t find it- she knocked on the neighbor’s door to find salt and pepper. Then, when there was no pepper to be found- she added malaha poodi (an actually super delicious power that you mix with oil into a paste and eat with idlis). Malahapoodi is great with idlis, but NOT with Anju’s long awaited Kraft Mac n’ Cheese Dinner! What was this woman doing to me? All I wanted was some Mac Cheese and Charmed—that’s it! Anyway, she put a SHIT-LOAD of malahapoodi on my mac cheese- tasted it and concluded that it was much improved. Then, the little 3 yr old kid who lives there, wanted to try it. I’m hating life right now. His parents don’t want him to eat the foreign food- they were so stressed. They asked me if there was beef in it and how I had prepared it. I said no, and out of a box. I also said that it was hot and that my show was starting. The Tamilian Aunty, who I couldn’t get to leave fast enough, kept telling me to mix in the malahapoodi. NO! NO! NO! If I mixed it in, I would effectively be putting a $3 gourmet meal in the toilet, I didn’t want this shit in there. Then I gave the kid a piece of mac with the heaviest dose of malahapoodi—he didn’t like it. SCORE!
I dashed across the hall into the apartment, repeating that my show was starting. I closed the door, telling them that I was turning on the AC. Once the door was closed, I through our the nasty malahpoodi encrusted top layer into the sink- and had a seat in front of the TV, in time to catch Alyssa Milano having a premonition. Finally, freedom- until, my cell phone rang…
I went to the local “American” grocery store. I heard that they had oatmeal, cereal, cheese, ice cream, peanut butter and other stuff. The trip was the same as anyone who has to make a special trip to the Indian store in the states. The stuff is imported, so it’s a little expensive- but when you are done with sambar-, you are willing to pay any price for a tube of Pringles and hunk of cheese. This time, I paid nearly $3 for a box of Mac n Cheese. My plan: Mac-Cheese and Charmed on TV. Yes!
Instead, after making my mac-cheese, the Tamilian Aunty who was visiting from the Seychelles and was on her way back- wanted to taste my dinner—my Kraft Mac n’ Cheese dinner that is. I was dreading this moment. I purposely delayed making dinner knowing that they came anywhere near it, they would mess it up. She, as predicted, hated it! So, she made it her business to look for salt and pepper and when she couldn’t find it- she knocked on the neighbor’s door to find salt and pepper. Then, when there was no pepper to be found- she added malaha poodi (an actually super delicious power that you mix with oil into a paste and eat with idlis). Malahapoodi is great with idlis, but NOT with Anju’s long awaited Kraft Mac n’ Cheese Dinner! What was this woman doing to me? All I wanted was some Mac Cheese and Charmed—that’s it! Anyway, she put a SHIT-LOAD of malahapoodi on my mac cheese- tasted it and concluded that it was much improved. Then, the little 3 yr old kid who lives there, wanted to try it. I’m hating life right now. His parents don’t want him to eat the foreign food- they were so stressed. They asked me if there was beef in it and how I had prepared it. I said no, and out of a box. I also said that it was hot and that my show was starting. The Tamilian Aunty, who I couldn’t get to leave fast enough, kept telling me to mix in the malahapoodi. NO! NO! NO! If I mixed it in, I would effectively be putting a $3 gourmet meal in the toilet, I didn’t want this shit in there. Then I gave the kid a piece of mac with the heaviest dose of malahapoodi—he didn’t like it. SCORE!
I dashed across the hall into the apartment, repeating that my show was starting. I closed the door, telling them that I was turning on the AC. Once the door was closed, I through our the nasty malahpoodi encrusted top layer into the sink- and had a seat in front of the TV, in time to catch Alyssa Milano having a premonition. Finally, freedom- until, my cell phone rang…
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