On my feet and hands and ears.
I'm decked in finery because last night my sweet Indian friend, MW, hosted dinner for Matt and me*. Her parents are far away across oceans and continents; we've appointed ourselves surrogate eaters. Being a connaiseur** of Eastern food, Matt made some gentle and informed inquiries about the dishes. The highlight being, "Is this naan?" and the response: "We call it bread."
*And apparently dinner includes jewelry. Who knew?
**Not technically, but if consumption measured specialization...
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