If only I had an oven...
My buddy Dr. Steve is married to a lovely Sri Lankan lass. A few years back, she brought some of the above back from Sri Lanka with her (or was it shipped to her as a care package, Steve?). You're supposed to eat it in small bits because it's extremely sweet, but I confess I became instantly addicted and would gladly have crammed fistfuls of the stuff into my maw had I been alone at the time.
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Thursday, September 06, 2007
bliss
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