I really want to support the Not-So-Little Drummer Boy's interest in cooking, not the least because it means I don't have to make dinner for the next week. But having had my coffee mill appropriated to grind spices means my Decaf Sumatran now tastes faintly like garam marsala, even though he supposedly cleaned it out afterwards. It's not bad, per se, just... odd.
The samosas were killer, though.
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