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On Thu, 23 Jan 2025 20:44:12 +0000, Physfitfreak wrote:
On 1/22/25 8:04 PM, Bertietaylor wrote:
While we lived we had no use for eggplants.
Coward.
Ridiculous Roach, what's cowardly about eating only the fried batter and leaving out that thing? But then you don't know what you are talking
about.
FIVE PhD level Indians inern one house (with another 25 students of
other
nationalities), as far as I saw and heard,
Ah. Modern physics tactics. And an example of 1 represents 1400000000.
How Einsteinian.
bought nothing but eggplants
and spices as their grocery shopping.
No rice, no dal, no oil... The poorest Indians buy these.
I'm not exaggerating. I understand after getting out of that huge
worm-land you discovered other ideas of "food" and now feel nervous
talking about it. But if you're saying you're already dead, and this
hellhole is buried beyond reach of any other people who're not dead,
then why shouldn't you speak freely of that "cuisine" of yours?
We dogs are in Heaven where we miss the Bengali and Indian cuisines
which we could sniff and get a bit.
I watched one episode of cooking such thing myself when I had visited a friend in there. The Indian PhD student as it was usual with the rest of
the Indians in school had two black areas underneath his both eyes. He
was probably near death, but like other Indians, not only didn't die but proceeded to finish his degree.
What misery it must have been, to know that you will be bullshitting for
the rest of your life. Sell your soul for a degree and maybe tenure.
Believe E=mcc or garbage bin for you. How wretched they must have been.
No doubt they switched to other fields asap after PhD in physics.
I was inspecting the kitchen area cause the owner of the house (a Mormon physics professor where I studied) had offered me a "room" for $20 per
month. There was an Iranian grad there also who was about to graduate
and leave and was showing his place to me for possible consideration. He
was from math dept. Most of the 30 or so occupants were physics student.
We feel sorry, Roach. We had a huge backyard to play in. Roll on the
grass, under the sun.
In its kitchen, the Indian, cut a rather thin long eggplant without
washing or skinning it or anything, into round slices, about 2"
diameter, placed them flat on a sheet pan, then poured as much as it was _physically_ possible in this part of univere, spices on each slice,
creating a cone of maximum height on each one of them, purely with those heaps of spice. Then carefully placed the pan inside oven. This was
while I and the Iranian were discussing the kitchen facility of the
house.
Moussaka is what Arindam sometimes made using eggplant slices as pasta.
Mince, herbs, oil, spices, tomato, olives, etc. lasagna style. Not bad.
Before we left the kitchen, and that was about 20 minutes or so of
staying there and talk about the deal, the Indian appeared again, took
what was left of the "cuisine" out, placed the now rather deformed and
half toasted discs on a paper plate, with spices now sedimented down
into the eggplant discs, and before leaving the kitchen as if he was
trying to boast the country from which such a marvel has come he took
one of them and placed it inside his mouth and very slowly chewed it, gradually reducing it down to perhaps two molecules left inside his
mouth, then proceeded to go to his "room". Even cockroaches would finish
that slice faster if it wasn't for the poison that the spices had
deposited on it. The sucker took his time trying to get every molecule
of food value out of the damn thing, not aware he was in the presence of
a Physfitfreak.
Teaching you a lesson about saving the planet by frugality and
vegetarian practice. No need for killing all this way, Roachie.
Fortunately for us Arindam is non-veg and is an excellent chef. So we
ate well.
After he left, I took a quick silent look at the Iranian, he responded, "that's what they eat all the time. We smell it all over the house."
That Mormon prof had partitioned each of the two stories of the
two-level house into 15 fucking closet size "rooms" all by his own
hands. The walls wouldn't reach the ceiling for airflow. He charged them
only $20/month. All of the tenants were UTD students. He wouldn't rent
to anyone else, otherwise the place would rapidly turn into a dangerous
drug den. Throughout years I studied at UTD, I'd often notice his hands
had various stains on them from chalk like stuff to paint and tar, etc.
So this guy may have built other houses around in the area for the same purpose. How many of them, I never looked into it to find out. But the closest one to UTD, if there were indeed many of them, was this same
house I was talking about cause it was in fact attached to the land
belonging to UTD. Only a street was in between. So you didn't have to
have a vehicle to walk to and from UTD. But in Dallas, of course,
especially the lack of facilities for students around UTD, you had to
have a vehicle to do your shopping or in fact anything other than
university matters.
Thank god I at last managed my finances by other means and spared myself
the experience of a sardine life. From childhood and on, I had lots of
space to myself. I always rented two-bedroom apts in USA. I can't live a sardine life. Even when I had a room-mate, I chose to rent a
three-bedroom apt, taking two of them for myself. My father's house in extreme north Tehran has 8 rooms in two levels, and in my childhood and teenage years oftentimes I had more than one room all to myself. My
sisters and brothers also later bought houses with multiple rooms.
Multiple bathrooms. Multiple kitchens. Each level at least 4 bedrooms
and its own kitchen and bathroom, just like our house, with nobody else living with them other than themselves and their own immediate family.
Good so get back there before Trump kicks you out of your closet.
So you, Mr Coward Arindam, are telling me Indians don't eat eggplants. A
Incredibly stupid roach, we are not Arindam. We are his celestial
cyberdogs.
lot of them I see when I buy some of my legumes from their stores still
carry those black areas underneath their eyes. They're not aging, and I
don't think they're that dehydrated either.
When is the last time you ate anything other than eggplant and a fistful
of spice on each slice. That's my question.
We don't eat in Heaven, Roachie but we can still get the taste without
eating.
Woof woof woof woof woof
Bertietaylor
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