The Sweets and the Spices

The big day is tomorrow. Have Annie and I gotten in over our heads? Perhaps, we ARE cooking for ten. That may not seem like a lot, but one year I tried to cook for thirty and describing my demeanor as "disasterously psycho, bordering on Leona Helmsley" would be quite kind. Hopefully the two of us can handle ten hungry, judgemental guests.

All the major decisions and shopping excursions have been dealt with. We have uncovered a savory sounding recipe on the internet thus solving our spinach problem, and decided not to get too ambitious by hand making the samosas. Instead we chose to buy "authentic" frozen ones from our local Indian market. If I may take a moment, by the way to give this local market its well deserved "shout out", India Sweets and Spices is nothing short of super bad ass, like Harvey Keitel in Pulp Fiction. They have EVERYTHING Indian, in every size imaginable;(well, not everything, I didn't see any elephants) Bollywood movies, frozen foods, oils, clothes, shoes, grains, yes, sweets, yes, spices, mixes, the works. I spent about an hour in there no doubt looking like a moron staring intently at all the foreign packaging and various tasty treats. I wanted it all, but could only afford some.

Into the wild we go. I hope we have enough potholders.