Mistakes

Who me?

Just calling forth the gods of bulimia to shed some kindness on me and help me purge the godforsaken binge I just subjected my body to.

Why?
Because I've been getting incessantly badgered for the past week to make 'chhole bhature' and it came to a tipping point this morning, and I had to cave in and tonight, well, tonight I did the unthinkable, or rather the much needed and did the unneeded.

The thing about this lavish meal is that it's most unmerciful to your body, and the evil little fluffy fried breads of refined dough are degenerately delicious..and not to fawn over me, but my lord, I do know a thing or two about making these blasphemous little devils and so I went about making them for dinner.

Think an edible, nay, gorgeously delectable sponge, think bhature, because that's exactly how they soak up oil.
One could wring them morn to night and you'd still find drops of oil pooling down your elbows.
-and I ate two of them. Not that I couldn't eat more, just that I realised I might pretty much die after another bite, and so wiser decisions prevailed and here I sit, wishing for a good bout of midnight anorexia to assail my body and do my sins right.

Sigh. Now what?
Well, this is the last fried food of the year.
Yessir.