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Sanjay Kumar, News & Traffic
If you search for Sanjay Kumar on the Internet, you'll find he's either a former CEO of Computer Associates (now doing 12 years in prison for accounting fraud), a solider, or a wrestler. I assure you, none of these people are me! I've been in broadcasting for a couple of decades and have had a few names (radio people often have more than one name). So, for most of my career, I've been Ted Asregadoo (my real name), Ted E. (groan), and now Sanjay Kumar. I am Asian Indian, but was born and have lived my entire life in North America -- with most of that time in the Bay Area. In my radio career, I've been a DJ, traffic reporter, news writer, and news anchor. I also worked in promotions, marketing, and social media for a group of radio stations for a few years. The good thing about having all those jobs is that it has made me a very versatile radio talent (a good thing to have these days as the business has really changed). Anyway, that's the skinny about me. If you're a big Twitter user, you can follow my musings, retweets, and conversations about music.
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I can check one more thing off my bucket list: I actually made a pie. And it almost killed me.
About a two hours later, I got to see my slnce again. Along with the rest of the contents of my belly. Then I flipped the handle and it all swirled away.
Now that I look at that photo of my slice, I should have known something had gone terribly wrong. The pictures of delicious pie you see on menus don't have nauseating chunks of matter oozing out like that, looking like something poured out from the bathroom wastebasket at a frat party. OK I admit the filling is not supposed to be the color and consistency of tooth tartar & drywall plaster. And I know you can't smell it, but I must now admit there was definitely a wang to it, something between a neglected aquarium and a Frenchman's armpit.
But having gone to all the trouble of making my first pie, I ate that slice you see there on the plate. All of it. Even though it wasn't all that good, I ate every morsel. OK to be honest, it was awful. But I ate it anyway. Because it was MY wonderful home made pie, dammit.
Two hours later I was kneeling in agonizing repentance, praying to the porcelain god.
So...what went wrong with my shrimp & corn chowder pie? Could have been the shrimp, which I now remember smelled kind of, well, dead-fishy. Could have been the eggs, which I guess might have been left out on the counter all day, silly me forgot to put them in the fridge after buying them. Or the cream, which did sort of come out in plopping chunks but I thought maybe that was normal for that type of exotic dairy product. Or maybe I should have cleaned my kitchen counter before I started making it. That counter was nice & clean when I moved in though, only 16 months ago.
There is one good thing to come from my pir baking experince. For the first time in a year of unsuccessful dieting, I actually lost weight. My stomach muscles are noticebaly sore, and my belly seems a bit flatter. It's like I did two hundred sit-ups and a hundred more crunches. Violently regurgitating my homebaked pie was apparently good exercise. I actually look & feel thinner. My belt is looser, just like my bowels. Even my arms and legs are a bit sore, having been caught up in the physicality of the prolonged and repeated purge. And, amazingly, I am not the least bit hungry.
Maybe if I continue baking pies, I can lose 40 pounds by the holidays.