My cousin married a Jain and the older members of the family are pretty rigid with the food rules so the wedding had 3 tables for food. My miniature grandma from a podunk town in Forlorn Dakota got to sample some world cuisine that day. She was like “the desserts! No egg or butter! How do they do it?!”
My cousin married a Jain and the older members of the family are pretty rigid with the food rules so the wedding had 3 tables for food. My miniature grandma from a podunk town in Forlorn Dakota got to sample some world cuisine that day. She was like “the desserts! No egg or butter! How do they do it?!”
Food is so awesome. Stories like that remind me why I spend literally all my time thinking about it.