Franks and Beans

I had a craving for Indian food yesterday. This always happens to me. About once every three months I am overwhelmed with the strongest urge to gorge my face in Indian cuisine. I succumbed to this urge, and found myself sitting at the local lunch buffet. I ventured up, and was pleased to see a new selection of food items.

I wish I could tell you what the food selections were, but I'm not an expert on this kind of thing. All I know is there was something green, something red, rice, naan (indian flat bread), and this amazing smoked bbq chicken. I piled the colored delicacies on top of my rice, took a piece of chicken and a few pieces of nan, then headed back to my solo table.

The red stuff was SOOOO SPICY, I couldn't handle it. I fought my feelings of food-waste guilt, and shoved the small pile to the side of my plate. Onto the green stuff. It was fine, nothing to write home about and was satisfying the craving that had overcome me. However, in the middle of eating I was suddenly extremely grossed out because I had NO IDEA what I was eating. It was really a horrible feeling. All of the sudden, BOOM, I was simultaneously full and grossed out.

My meal was done, and I left there thinking "Until we meet again in three months Indian buffet...until we meet again..."