Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat

For New Year’s eve, I decided to cook Indian food. And no, it isn’t because Kevin’s Indian or Pakistani or whatever haha I just felt like it. Sadly, last year I didn’t get to buy my 12 different kinds of round fruits. It’s some family tradition.

Just in case you’re wondering what they’re called, Butter Chicken, Basmati Rice and Fish Masala. Yum!