chicken tikka masala tasteoff numero dos

It has been a grand couple of days. I’ve been able to get a lot of work done, C-dawg’s brother is visiting and he is a great/easy house guest, we’ve eaten enough to give us a nice extra layer of padding for the cold months ahead and we’ve spent a lot of time outside in parks…on blankets…doing nothing. Life is good.

A few memory highlights:

1. We shaved Oslo’s ears. His head looks tiny. Cooper accidentally cut it a little too close on one ear and it looks like a big heart shaved into his ear.

2. All in one day we crossed numerous things off our to do/eat list: ate at Ike’s Sandwich shop, tried Tartine, got to scour through the Curiosity Shoppe, hung out in Dolores Park for hours. Ate candied apple flavored lollipops.

3. Went shopping a bit which we should not do but got a few new necessities. Such as: a mustard sweater, a new dress for weddings, a new pair of sunglasses and maybe some jeans (I have to see if I can afford these…not sure yet…aka buyers guilt).

4. HAD A CHICKEN TIKKA MASALA TASTE-OFF (for the second time for scientific purposes of course). Yes, once again we tested four chicken tikka masalas from from four different restaurants. Right away I could taste which one belonged to Naan ‘n Curry and I wanted to drink the sauce. Gross? Perhaps. But, I wanted to. We have to do this as least nine or more times to further our research so please come over and be a taste tester with us. Ha. This is what a chicken tikka masala taste-off looks like:

Tums were a necessity. Oh yes.

Author: Ali Carras

At a very young age I lost site of my mom in a local grocery store in Boulder, Colorado. I did, however, have the smarts to go to the customer service counter. The kind woman at the counter asked "What is your name little girl?" My reply: "Assi." The woman gave me a look like, "Are you playing with me you little devil?" but she proceeded to blast on the loudspeaker the "We have a lost Assi at the front of the store." Customers throughout the store gagged and giggled, but my mom knew exactly who the woman was referring to: the mullet haired little girl with a tongue too big for her mouth, wearing a leotard, skirt, tights, and jelly shoes (with florescent green laces in them...even though they didn't need the laces). A shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing. I am pleased to report that today I am able to fully pronounce Allison (aka Ali), but the Assi pseudonym has always stuck, evolving into Aszi. As for the shy little character for whom every little detail in life was a huge thing? Some things never change. I have closed my comments due to mass amounts of spam that no filter could ever control. Feel free to contact me abeckord [at] gmail.com! View all posts by Ali Carras