Most of us know who Chucky is. You know, the Good Guy doll possessed by Charles Lee Ray, the Lakeshore Strangler.
We have met Chucky’s bride in the movies. While out searching for antiques with my wife, I met his sister.
Yeah. That is some seriously creepy stuff. Let’s zoom in for a closer look, shall we?
Younger sister, but I definitely see the family resemblance. I, for one, will be sleeping with one eye open from now on…
Not long ago, someone very close to me recently informed me that they were becoming a vegetarian. Curious, I asked, why? I was sat down and patiently lectured that she recently did some reading and discovered that vegetarians live longer healthier lives. Furthermore, since we were not meant to eat meat, she would march forth with resolve and refrain from taking the lives of animals for future nourishment.
The very next day, we decided to go out to one of our favorite restaurant for lunch. Being an Indian restaurant, they had an excellent selection of both meat and vegetarian dishes. My new-found-vegetarian wife’s favorite dish, butter chicken, appeared to be on the buffet that day. As we approached the counter, I saw her resolve sap away as she noticed the presence of the tasty looking dead chicken pieces awash in sweet buttery tomato sauce. Grabbing a plate, she explained to me that she would start being a vegetarian “tomorrow” and that she would be having the tasty butter chicken.
As she tasted the first piece of “chicken”, I noticed an expression forming across her face. It looked something like this:
As it turned out, the “chicken” was not really chicken at all. The sign was wrong and swiftly corrected after we inquired about it. Apparently, the “chicken” was really paneer - good, but something of an acquired taste and certainly a shock to ones system when one was expecting an entirely different texture. So, as we both learned that day, “comeuppance” taste much like Matar Paneer.
If you are curious, my wife took that event as a sign, and now, a month later, is still solidly vegetarian.