On Monday afternoon, I ate...goat.

Yes, goat. As in the actual barnyard animal. Floppy ears, two stubby horns, cloven hooves, cute scruffy upright tail. For clarity, it was goat curry. I've never had goat before--curry or otherwise--but this particular dish was quite tasteful. :9 If you are wondering where one might find goat to eat, in this case it was in an Indian restaurant. I've never had Indian food before, either. It's hardly common in the neck of Texas where I grew up, and by the time I was mature enough to appreciate unusual foreign cuisine (read: not Tex-Mex, Italian, Chinese/Tai, or Korean due to my aunt) my interests were focused on Japanese fare.

Indian restaurants are ALL OVER Portland. There are two within 5 blocks of me, I kid you not. *snicker* I've never had the courage to just walk in on my own and order something, but thankfully on Monday I had two wonderful guides with me in the persons of my newest local friends, neekaneeks and mcruthless. When last we met IRL, they learned I'd never had Indian food and was interested in correcting that, and on Monday they made good on their promise to expand my culinary horizons. I was very glad to have them as guides, since the buffet dish labels were not very helpful for noobs. :B

I'm sure the specific restaurant was part of it (and no doubt the good company too), but I enjoyed my first time eating Indian. I cleaned my plate and went back for seconds. ^^V I look forward to having it again! My one tiny complaint: no salt and pepper shakers on the table. I could have used those.

Oh yes, I'm going to try posting shorter entries less often. If I stop trying to write a novella with every post, I'm quite sure I'll be able to post more frequently. Besides, today I don't want to distract from the fact that I ate goat, something which I find rather amusing. Heeeee.

GOAT.