“It says 225ml on the packet, Mom! How do you even KNOW that cup is 225ml? Where’s your measuring cup?” She tells me she doesn’t use one. WHAT? She continues to say she doesn’t need one anymore, she just does it “andaaz se” (which, translated, means, she just knows). I wasn’t even near being done…
Tag: fruits
Love me, then leave me
Promise me the world. You look perfect. Tell me you’ll stay with me, every step of the way. Entice me with your lusciousness, your sweet taste and your pretty looks. I bite, I freeze and let the juices flow. I fall in love, I delve deep into your mind, your soul and understand what makes…
Fruit Shop on Gream’s Road
It was a dark, non-stormy night. The rumbling was getting louder, and louder, and then some. I was hungry for dessert. My aunt and cousins were in town and apart from my stomach (which, even though was full on some awesome wraps from Zaatar W Zeit, seemed to have a special compartment reserved for dessert),…
FooDee 