when i returned from my pilates class, our upstairs neighbors had brought down a HUGE plate of some kind of fried dough dipped in sugary honey syrup. so crispy and light and delicious. not fattening at all, i'm sure. serge managed to eat most of the plate, which makes me fear for his health.
then, last night (weds), the doorbell rings and it's mustafa (the son) again, with a huge plate piled with a rice dish. it had rice cooked with spices, grilled/sauteed raisins and nuts and peppery lamb. really interesting. they are crazy! always giving us food...
today is the last day of the week, so looking forward to it. off to kindermusik!
but not as good as mom's food, right? right?? meanwhile, i'm surprised keralans served such madrassi foods -- kerala has its own very unique cuisine ....
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