Hare, Hare Krishna, Krishna Rama, Rama spunk.
Thanks to a shaven-headed dyslexic hippy, I've never been able to eat Semolina.
Let's flash back a few years (insert wavy lines here).
So here we are in high school*, with a rather progressive teacher whose idea of religious instruction is not to force feed us the Bible, but to introduce us to many many religions and let us decide for ourselves.
We visit a Baptist coven, a Catholic synagogue and so on (clearly I learned a lot) and in time come to a Hare Krishna temple.
The kindly devotee tells us all about his beliefs and then introduces us to the vegetarian feast we will be sharing.
I forget the names, but as each dish rolls out he tells us what it is and what's in it.
"This is Bibblebibble, it's a deep fried cauliflower, theis is Garbledgibber, it's chick peas in a curry sauce" and so on until dessert arrives.
"And this is Semenola... you all know what's in that."



*That girl in the corner is Fiona, keep an eye on her, she turns out to be spectacular in a few years and you might stand a chance. God knows I never did..
( difficultchild, Fri 2 Mar 2007, 3:13, Reply)