But I thought the Irish have developed a liking for curry, so I thought that it was no problem going to the gym, still gassing of Varuval. So maybe,perhaps, the stares were not for my sweaty face,they were glares to the smell of curry.

SO I decided that, ok, perhaps I should eat Chinese food then, abandon the chutney and garam masala, let's do tofu and lemon.

It turned out horrendous, as my Honey Lemon Chicken, smelled anything but. Well it said simmer the ginger for a minute, but while my hands were busy frying the chicken and fidgeting with the can opener, the ginger was left to boil,....... slightly longer than 5 minutes.
Azie looked at me and said" Hmmm, your ginger is half-boiled now". And then it hit me, no, this isn't an egg, it's ginger, there can be no half-boil term to pair with ginger.

What was left of my Honey Lemon sauce, has now been officially called the Sensei's Honey Lemon Chicken. Sensei, is a Chinese Doctor. I recall going to the sensei where my mom used to get me medicated powder to treat our boils.

Boils. Hmm, intended pun isn't it? Boiled ginger.Boils bisul.

Life, and it's irony. I should probably just keep to chutneys and curries.