It may seem to you that someone has given me kai vesham in chicken, given the number of chicken posts I have here. In my defense, I have a dinner of pureed vegetables every weeknight. ( Pureed vegetables make my new crash diet plan. I have tried everything from the popular GM diet to starving myself, none of which has worked, but I won’t loose hope). As you can imagine, this is a dinner that most people like to keep away from. In fact, my parents refuse to even sample the “soup”; when I offered to share, they had an expression of shock that would have looked appropriate on Satan confronted with a Crucifix.
Anyway, my point is, after all the boiled carrot and cabbage (that my parents find revolting), I need that lovely drumstick in hand to keep me alive. After subjecting myself to five days of torture, I need to indulge in my fried and curried feathery friends. It may be akin to ordering Diet Coke alongside a double burger and extra large fries, but it somehow makes me feel less guilty