This was frozen, sure, but it wasn’t half bad. Just potatoes and peas in a tomato-based sauce. It was another offering from workmate Kelly, who is attempting to broaden my Eastern horizons. There was some debate in the office about whether these first forays into Indian cuisine — apart from a traumatic ginger chicken debacle in the San Francisco bay area — should be of the boxed/frozen variety. But I guess it’s a start. I’m going to try to hit up my town’s only Indian restaurant this weekend to continue in the cause. I hear the place is pretty good — which is a rarity in our restaurant scene.