once upon a time I was married to a guy from Fiji..he and his family were of Indian extraction..Hindu's..and my mother in law was a brilliant cook if you could curry it
we were at a friend of their's place one night and I had horrendous bronchitis..could barely breathe...and this woman wants me to eat her dahl curry..I said..uhhhhh no..but I stayed in the kitchen for about 20 minutes just watching learning..trying to follow the conversation
when I went into the living room I could breathe thru my nose ..a feat I'd not accomplished in days...all thanks to the 3 full bulbs of garlic in the curry
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once upon a time I was married to a guy from Fiji..he and his family were of Indian extraction..Hindu's..and my mother in law was a brilliant cook if you could curry it
we were at a friend of their's place one night and I had horrendous bronchitis..could barely breathe...and this woman wants me to eat her dahl curry..I said..uhhhhh no..but I stayed in the kitchen for about 20 minutes just watching learning..trying to follow the conversation
when I went into the living room I could breathe thru my nose ..a feat I'd not accomplished in days...all thanks to the 3 full bulbs of garlic in the curry
BTW my husband slept in the spare room that night
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