A pinch and a punch for the first of the month. The pinch can be for me, for a pinch of herbs and a pinch of spices (and probably a great wodge of curry powder). You see I skillfully roasted a chicken yesterday using our new electrolux “king-of-all-ovens” oven. It worked like a dream and there was even some leftovers, so tonight is curry night. I want to say Ole’ but I feel that it far too continental and not indian enough for what I’m trying to convey.

The punch I’d like to donate to a usual suspect who fate has conspired to elevate while I languish. ’nough said.