So we were at my friend’s place one time, just chilling and his mum was not at home. 5 pm came in and everyone was like ‘let’s drink tea’, cause we are typical Indians like that. So obviously the guy whose house we were at offers to make it, even though I insist that it’s fine I’ll make it because I don’t trust guys with my food (Speaking from bad experience. I’m not trying to demean any male who can cook. If you are one, please come in my life.)
Anywho, he’s been in the kitchen roughly for a half an hour and I’m worried, because it definitely doesn’t take that long of a time to make tea. He comes out minutes later with tea for all of us and well the contents of the cup do look like a tea.
That is where it’s resemblance to the commonly found drink ends.
Because one sip of the horrid mixture sets in the realisation that the ‘tea’ tastes like the spice mix that you use for marinating chicken for chicken curry. We were all like ‘What the hell, dude?!’. And he just sheepishly shrugged his shoulders and said, ‘I did not get any ginger, so I added the pre-made ginger garlic paste.’