My family has always been proud of being foodies. We make no bones about it. hence the conversation that follows.
Venue: Our House. Time: 8:50 am, on a Sunday. The Occasion: our first real snow shower in London.
For The benefit of all the non- Tam-brams reading this post, I have translated the conversation for you.
Baa Lamb: ... BIG flakes.
Have you made the curry already?
Mother-in-law: Almost. Everythings' ready. You can start if you want. Just have to fry it a bit more. it's done.
IT's nice... soft (No we are NOT talking about the snow here) or we can stop now.
BL: what's the time?
MIL:not even 9.
BL: 8:55. (thoughtful pause)
MIL: so should I fry it?
BL: Don't you always fry it??
MIL:It's fried! it's done!
BL: Fry it.
(sound of frying...)