Yesterday Mr. L and I drove all over the area to do drop-in signings for A Crafty Killing at area bookstores. And darnitall, didn't we end up near my favorite Indian restaurant? Those of you who know me well know I brake for Indian food. Any time--any where.
Luckily for my waistline, we don't have an Indian restaurant in my part of town. But when I hit Henrietta--watch out. And didn't I hit the buffet twice. And didn't they bring us a EXTRA basket of fresh-made naan!
I'm back on the wagon today, but I dreamed about aloo matar last night.
