August 17, 2009
Yum! And, snnnrrrkkkzzzz.
After spending roughly seven hours at the pool hall yesterday, I was a mite hungry. Having recently discovered that there is some Indian food that I like, and being in a part of Northern Virginia where one might reasonably expect to find pretty good Indian food, according to this guy, we opted to check out a place.
Here’s the rub: I grew up in a non-spicy household. The Dutch and the Polish do a lot of things well – tastiness out of humble ingredients, creative application of animal fats, farmers cheese good enough to make you cry, and serious skillz in the manufacture and consumption of adult beverages. But we don’t do spicy, unless you count horseradish. Which I don’t, because it is a clean burn with limited aftertaste.
But when we looked at the menu, the spicy garlic shrimp seemed like a safe place to start. Spicy garlic shrimp are in every cuisine *except* northern and eastern European varieties, so it seemed like a safe bet. And it was tasty, though it took my palate a good 12-15 minutes to recover enough to taste my Seekh Kebab Masala. Which was pretty tasty, once the flavors registered on my tongue.
And after a long day, I fell asleep pretty easily. But then I woke up. At 3. At 3:30. At 4:05. At 5:00. Ten-minute naps interspersed with periods of gastrointestinal contrition and debate about whether a run would help.
I did not run. Or sleep. I did, however, resolve to keep large quantities of peppermint tea and Pepto on hand for future dietary adventures.
Is abdominal insomnia a valid excuse for not coming into work?