I learned a few things about Iqbal, my friend Ayesha’s husband, recently when I went over for dinner:

He refers to guys as “blokes.”
He will wake up at 4 am to watch a soccer…I mean…football game.
He knows a lot of random facts about everything in life.
And he can cook up some mean Kashmiri food.

So because I’m invasive like that, I took a few pics, for eye candy purposes. It was SO delish:

Salad starter with mozzarella

Kheema

Chicken with onions

Chicken and tomatoes

(If you guys are reading this, I’m totally serious about being your Kramer now. Thanks.)

x
Shy