To me, it's a naan starter....
Decided to cook our Chicken Korma recipe with potatoes, onions, etc. in our InstaPot. It was Instant Korma.
But I think it's a naan issue.
No one else ever wants naan.
~Nyaan~ bread
😂
Ill see myself out now 😅
She’s very curry-ageous.
I said, "Naan."
A currier.
They made me sign a naan-disclosure agreement.
I guess it's just her way to curry favor.
Ordering orange chicken curry: 20 bucks
Delivery: 2 bucks
Opening it and finding out they forgot something: Riceless!
It's a naan-starter
She's pretty naan confrontational.
That’s just naan-negotiable
They were tired of working naan stop and needed to tikka break.
You could be accused of currying favour.
She wanted naan of it
For me it was a Naan starter.
Too bad, I've got naan.
He wanted to curry favor with the guards.
...I'm Nan-plussed
How's that for a Naan Sequitur?
I thought it tasted a little funny, and wanted to return it. My friend assured me that would be naan issue.
It was a real naan sequitur.
I told her I'm naan-partisan.
Everyone was full, but I was still hungry because I had naan.
I told him it was obvious he was only trying to curry favor with me. His efforts were a naan-starter. He may as well turn around and walk out that tandoori came in from.
It was a paneer-death experience
Especially curry.
It's a recurrying nightmare.
There were injuries to many naan combatants.
I told him that he would get naan.
He replied "I'm not a supporter of naan profits."
Me: I can't believe you don't like Indian food! I love the bread it's so good!
Co-worker: I don't really like bread so...
Me: So ... I guess that means you are naan a fan
Co-worker proceeds to give me intense glare
And she goes: "Rice is an integral ingredient in Indian cuisine"
So I answered "You really wouldn't wanna derive from it then, eh?"
The glare she gave me afterwards was priceless :)
me looking through the menu: "I don't think I want any of the stuff on this page."
dad: "So you want naan of the above?"
me: "Ppbtch."
I told her it's just a recurrying nightmare.
Not being well-acquainted with Indian food, we ordered an appetizer at random. It was deep fried and we couldn't really tell what was in it.
Her: For all we know, we could be eating chicken eyes right now.
Me: Nah, I'm pretty sure I know how they look.
She sighed, but failed in stifling her smile.
I'm only twenty two, but I can feel the dadforce growing in me.
A currier
