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Let me tell you what I knew about American Thanksgiving Day before coming to USA: Turkey is a must on the table. Not only is it big enough to feed a whole family, but also to fit onto someone’s head…
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It was in a tiny roadside café in Sri Lanka that I first saw people eating with their hands. Growing up I have watched quite a few Bollywood movies with Mithun Chakraborty breaking into a dance in the middle of…
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It’s one thing to know some delicious Russian dishes and it’s a whole different story to understand how Russians eat. The most common idea is probably that Russians eat potatoes for all three meals and follow it up with a…
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“Complicated” is probably the best way to describe my relationships with Sri Lankan sweets. While getting used to Lankan rice and curry wasn’t so hard (apart from the fact that I was crying with every spoonful of chili-infused curries), local…
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Is it normal to be excited about food in upcoming trip more than about anything else? In case with New Orleans I am not ashamed to say “yes” because this city is synonymous with delicious food. If you do a…
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‘Don’t mess with Texas’ and ‘You can all go to hell, and I’m going to Texas’ are just a few sayings that tell you how bad-ass this state is. The name alone will most likely revive images of cowboys riding horses and…
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My first memory of kiribath goes back to 2013 New Year celebrations in Sri Lanka. Not the kind of New Year you greet on the last day of December with a glass of champagne in hand; but the kind you welcome on the…
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Since I moved to Austin, TX, six months ago, I was desperately hoping to see a tough American cowboy, wearing hat and boots and riding a horse. If you have been to Austin, you will understand that my chances of…
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The word “potato” in Russian can mean both a vegetable and a type of cake. To be fair, the cake does look like the vegetable, hence the name. In Russian you call it kartoshka. It’s neither fancy nor does it…
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All windows and doors open, my kitchen should have at least a slight breeze to let me have a breath of fresh air, instead it feels like I am slowly roasting in hell, my face red, sweat accumulating on my…
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