A friend and I popped into a 4-star Indian restaurant before going to an early afternoon showing of Spectre but I didn’t make it to the movie. I had to DASH home, and by DASH I mean oh my god I barely made it. Fortunately we took separate cars because I drove like a bat out of hell, my stomach churning the whole time.
I ordered Baingan Bharta (here is the NYT recipe and below a photo also from the NYT). Mine looked pretty similar. Eggplant basically, which I love. It tasted fine, nothing off like it was bad, but within ten minutes of eating it my stomach was saying hey, what was that you ate?
Long story short, I’ll live, but I’ll gladly take all the sympathy you want to heap upon me. I’m not proud. 🙂
Ginger ale in hand, feet up, that’s it for me for the rest of the day, and if I can milk it more, I’ll seek sympathy the whole weekend.