We really jumped around this summer. From Finland, to Palestine, to Nepal, to Thailand. Each destination a culinary delight. And each stop with its own vice.
In Finland it was ciders and beer. Our friends were eager to show off the lush-ness of Finland. And we obliged.
In Palestine it was shisha. I'm not normally a fan of 'sweet'. The more it tastes like smoke or just like 'burning', the more I tend to like it (I have a theory this is why I wasn't as bothered by the tear gas as Keith). But the hookah I like.
In Nepal it was fried food. Especially Josh's Didi's fried cabbage and potato cakes. Mmmm.
And in Thailand, it was the sugar. I hadn't remembered what sugar-laden menu I enjoyed in Chiang Mai. Sweet teas and coffees. Banana and corn rotti. And sugar on the garlic bread. But then again, they sprinkle salt on their strawberries.
In Finland it was ciders and beer. Our friends were eager to show off the lush-ness of Finland. And we obliged.
In Palestine it was shisha. I'm not normally a fan of 'sweet'. The more it tastes like smoke or just like 'burning', the more I tend to like it (I have a theory this is why I wasn't as bothered by the tear gas as Keith). But the hookah I like.
In Nepal it was fried food. Especially Josh's Didi's fried cabbage and potato cakes. Mmmm.
And in Thailand, it was the sugar. I hadn't remembered what sugar-laden menu I enjoyed in Chiang Mai. Sweet teas and coffees. Banana and corn rotti. And sugar on the garlic bread. But then again, they sprinkle salt on their strawberries.
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