What was I thinking? The other day I read this blog post and it got me absolutely ferociously hungry for Indian food. I mentioned it to Rob one evening, “We could order Indian…” Rob’s reply was, “If I ate Indian food, I’d never stop going to the bathroom.” I dropped the subject. Driving back from work today, I decided to go to the local Indian restaurant and order take out for myself. The problem is that it was already late and I was hungry in and of itself. The Indian place took it’s sweet time preparing my Chicken Tika Masala. Finally they handed me the bag and I rushed home. Before I knew what was happening, I tore into the bag like a crazy woman. I gobbled everything in sight faster than Superman could leap over a building. Now my stomach hurts. And I didn’t savor a single morsel and I am having a hard time remembering how it tasted. Worst of all, the food didn’t even look as nice as the photo in that blog post.