Living With Mother.

One Boy One Bowl. Day 16.

- August 23 -

“Its curry” - The Mother.

Honestly, what more can I say? What possible description can I give this mess?

Pre cut cubes of chicken served in the brightest curry sauce ever witnessed on this earth, thrown into a bowl from about 30,000ft and then served up to me. Awesome, just what I needed to cap off my day.

Just to clarify, I don’t eat rice. So normally when we have curry the mother just serves me noodles (the ASDA ones that cost 6p or something like that). Even that appears to have been too much effort today, so instead we just have a bowl of this delicious curry. What a treat.

Here is a close up, for those of you who have some sadistic need to hurt yourselves: 

Even the cameras focus didn’t want to look at it for that long, which explains why the bottom of the picture is so blurry. Here is one more angle, just so you really know what you are missing out on by not eating at my house:

I think this sauce came out of a jar, although god knows which supermarket is selling this offensive jar, and what other mentalists are buying it. It tasted sort of like aeroplane food, plastic and smooth to the touch. I think the red and green blobs are peppers, it was hard to tell. All I know for sure is that it must have been a pretty depressing sight watching me slowly spoon this into my mouth. Im glad no one was there to witness it, more for their sake than mine.

In other news, I have created a hotmail account so that anyone who doesn’t know me can go ahead and ask me any questions they have about this blog, you never know I might even answer them.

Livingwithmother@hotmail.co.uk.