or the absentminded...... my triumph at my delicious masterpiece short lived, as I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of the neatly cut potatoes, cauliflower, peppers and onins disconsolately vying for my attention. Damn! Two helpings of khichdi (if the non desi UK residents haven't yet made the connection with Biryani or find themselves asking Birywhat?, an extradition is in order) is all it takes to outfox myself. I return my neatly arrayed mise en place's woeful glances. Siiigh. Fourteen minutes to eleven; must be Plan B o'clock. As I head back to the kitchen, I'm now thinking that Matt's barbeque would have been a damn sight more relaxing...
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