BAM! Danielle and I took a cooking class on our last day in Udaipur. It may make me effeminate but dammit, I don’t care. Hopefully no one will find out about my love of musicals, that I have been to Rave in West Hollywood, and always cry when that Flinstones vitamin commercial comes on (something about those kids singing that "We Are Flinstone's Kids" song, and especially the last solo kid who sings “and growing” gets to me). But I digress, it’s ironic because even though I’m taking this class, when I get home I’m probably not going to want Indian food for a year or so because to be honest, I’m kind of sick of it. It was different in Asia because when I needed to get a fix of American food, I could find
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