Have you ever been in a situation were you already knew what would be served on what day and come to like a day for its special?
At undergrad hostel, I liked Fridays for matri for their crunchiness while getting into the mouth and softness once in there. I liked tuesdays for the bread pakoda when I was in the love part of the love-hate tug relationship with the tomato ketchup. Sundays were for Dosa (you had to know the cooks for a crispier one). The day I came back from home after vacation, Puris even though a special food, never tasted good. The first meal at home after school was always spicy.
At home Mondays were for green leafy vegetables as they had to be consumed before they got dry (pre- fridge days), saturdays were for tomato curry.
I got the idea for this post from Remical bingham's poem marchers headed for washington baltimore 1963
At undergrad hostel, I liked Fridays for matri for their crunchiness while getting into the mouth and softness once in there. I liked tuesdays for the bread pakoda when I was in the love part of the love-hate tug relationship with the tomato ketchup. Sundays were for Dosa (you had to know the cooks for a crispier one). The day I came back from home after vacation, Puris even though a special food, never tasted good. The first meal at home after school was always spicy.
At home Mondays were for green leafy vegetables as they had to be consumed before they got dry (pre- fridge days), saturdays were for tomato curry.
I got the idea for this post from Remical bingham's poem marchers headed for washington baltimore 1963
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