"What's for dinner?" Funny you should ask.
This evening we were out and about and decided to indulge ourselves instead of fixing up something when we got home. So, being in the neighborhood, we went to our favorite Indian restaurant. Now, this is not some fancy Indian restaurant where all the dishes are like Gerber's baby food. As an Indian friend once told me this place serves food like the truck drivers and laborers back in India eat. Be that as it may, my wife and I both love it.
We can never remember the Indian names of the dishes, so we gave them our own names. The meal consisted of goat balls and baby puke with a desert of cat guts. It was yummy...