Never!

Never criticize a man until you've walked a mile in his shoes. Then, you're a mile away...and you've got his shoes! This was also the quote of the day for the Australian day.

Ouch! I'll say why in a minute.

Today for lunch, I had a goal--finish all the 'old' food in the fridge, which included biryani, macaroni and daal. After coming home, I immediately finished all the biryani in no time since I was pretty hungry. A few hours after that, I got the macaroni down, somehow, mixed with some cheese from the $0.99 macaroni and cheese boxed 'dinners' sold in every store, 7-11 included. Still armed with the knowledge that there was more in the fridge, I heated the daal up (which, by the way, was enough to feed all 4 of us [my mom included], if the roti wasn't home-made), and gobbled 2 servings (bowls!) of that down, hoping that the saltmines that I had furnished on top of the daal wouldn't cause me to throw up... This, interestingly, was all in the dire and everlasting hope to see my dad cook something.

OK fine; it was in hope that my dad would be tired on a Friday and he'd go to eat out, but....

Needless to say, my attempts to eat up everything (and to go out to eat) were futile, since he somehow found some chicken in the fridge, and served that on the dinner table for dinner. ****!! Ouch!


Also, I didn't eat the chicken, as I was full from the daal and macaroni from earlier on.