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I miss food.

I mean, the food is here is good, but I get so tired of it. Rice, rice, rice. I mean, I suppose I eat the same food over and over again at home too but it's food that I'm used to, not Indian food. 

I miss bread. Ooo I closed my eyes last night and imagined being in a bakery and picking out the freshest loaf with just the right amount of crackling on top and warmth inside. And I never truly appreciated as I did then the genius of putting that bread in a paper bag... how perfectly the smell of paper and bread go together, and the crinkling of the paper just hints at what awaits... if you can bear not to tear a big chunk of it off before you get home... which I never managed to do. Dede and I would always eat at least a quarter of the loaf before even getting to breakfast. Hehehe, oh mischevious dede.