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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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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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This post wouldn’t be written if it wasn’t for my mother’s big love of pastila and zephyr. No cookies, chocolates, cakes, or pies can compare to pastila in my mom’s Universe. She only wishes other people could understand and share…
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