I really, really meant to do the seven by seven that other bloggers have tagged me with tonight. I swear I did.
But I got distracted with making biriyani.
Oh, my God. I make some kick-ass biriyani. I do.
You can taste the ghee in the plain rice. The yogurt-marinated chicken is perfect and tender. The onions are burnt to just the right burnt-onion taste, and the potatoes are brown.
I think I'll go Google "Sindhil Ramamurthy" and "John Abraham" (my friend Deepa says, "And he has a name you can pronounce!!") now.
In fact, if you don't bite into one of those *$(*(*$#@&* dried tamarinds contained in the Bombay Biriyani mix, it's perfect. PERFECT, I tell you.
From the "Oh, Shit, I Forgot" Files...
Check this out.
I have no clue how long Janet has been blogging, or how long she's been a nurse. What I *do* know is this: if you want to model your nursing blog on somebody, model it on Janet's. She writes in a simple, straightforward style with understandable language and heart-wrenching simplicity. It's fast becoming my new favorite, along with Sid's.