Indian food is amazing. I mean, I've known this forever now, but I secretly just want to shout it from the rooftops. That's a little crazy...so we went to India Palace tonight in celebration of Muriel's BIRTHDAY, and it really took me back to that time Cheryl and I went out to eat last summer in that one restaurant, what was it called? The one next to the 7-Eleven? They put those everywhere don't they? Man, I really miss Northgate and Meridian, holy toledo, I lived on Meridian Ave...I miss Green Lake, and sleeping on the balcony when it was super hot. Oh, but what tonight really brought me back to were those Arab dinners we made back in the day: Fatoush, Fuhl, Lamb Curry, Couscous, hummus, oh sooooo good.
I'm going to learn how to make flat bread without turning it into crackers like last time.
It's just divine you know?
And potatoes, don't get me started. There's something comforting in a potato; it just brings you home.
I miss Arabic and I miss Spanish.
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Mmmmm. That's the only thing I can think to say. I would love to learn how to make flat bread. It's amazing what food means to us, beyond the taste even.
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