My hands were smelling a little funky after making Indian butter chicken for the first time. I’m glad a shower took care of the problem.
I should have taken pictures to prove I took the time to make the dish (I even bought herbs for the garam masala instead of the ready made in the spice isle), but at least I can say I didn’t poison my friends who came over to try it. Thanks to Len and Rich for being brave enough and thanks for bringing some extras.
I think I’ll try to walk at the park tomorrow because I haven’t exercised for almost four weeks, and it’s starting to drive me crazy. Just walking. My ribs pushed against my right quad when bending down today, and they didn’t feel fully healed. I’ll give them till the end of the month before I try anything more than walking.
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