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I am not a jerk. I really think so. I am usually a very welcoming, kind, and positive type who loves family gatherings at home and is ready to stay in the kitchen for hours making an elaborate dinner. You…
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Many years ago, when I just moved to Sri Lanka, I decided that jackfruit was going to be my favorite fruit. I say “decided” because I distinctly remember the moment when I made that decision. I was at a farmer’s…
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I have a suspicion our helper, Maheshari, thinks I am what is in Sinhalese called “wadakata na” — useless, good for nothing. She likes me though, but doesn’t think I am capable of doing things on my own, especially when…
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When two unlikely things come together, it usually leads to beautiful results. Just try to search for unlikely animal friendships on Youtube and not awwww at the videos of a chimpanzee hugging a baby-tiger. Or rewatch the first Step Up……
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Without a cup of tea any meal feels incomplete to me and to any other Russian for that matter. For the longest time I thought that’s how it works all around the world. Or at least in the tea-drinking countries…
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Looking at the list of my favorite meals from the past year, once again, I realized that it’s not the food alone that makes me love a meal. The people I am with, the physical space where it’s served, the…
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It doesn’t look good when a person who is about to go through airport security check starts laughing hysterically for no apparent reason. Even worse, if the person in question doesn’t have any luggage. I mean, who comes to the…
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What If I said that you can have Franklin’s famous fatty brisket without waiting in line for four hours, then get your hands on the juiciest pork ribs of your life from Snow’s without having to wait till Saturday and…
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On the morning of Texas State Fair I woke up in a creatively decorated Airbnb in Dallas. Two umbrellas hung from the ceiling over the bed, and an art piece featuring a photo of what looked like a dead (or…
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When my best friend and I were 15 and lived in our small town of Asbest (remind me to tell you one day about my sweet little town, the largest producer of asbestos in the world) there was literally no…
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