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April 29, 2008

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There is nothing wrong with recycling old material. It's better than disappearing for two weeks. :)

Heh. Was it one of the Indian restaurants in Waltham, or a different part of Boston?

(I am always on the lookout for a good Indian buffet.)

So, what's wrong with disappearing for two weeks? I always feel that if I don't have anything to say, I should just shut the hell up! But, this is cute and I'm glad you shared it.

but did you try the squash fudge (halva)? :)

This story ranks right up there with the time I was sick (wracked with fever) and Tammy practically refused to get a couple of ice cubes for my juice.

I wonder if I was sick AND it was my birthday AND my pet frog had just died if I might see a little more consideration.

Bedside manner indeed.

Even your husband is funny.

Katrina: I am by far the least funny person in my family.

Husband: If by "wracked by fever" you mean "you had the sniffles," then, yes, that story is true. Somebody is a very demanding patient. I blame my Dad for raising me with his "suck it up" attitude.

Sunny12: Oddly, halva wasn't part of the buffet. Must not be a big seller!

Sally: My problem is usually that there aren't enough days in the week to post what I want to post, but I guess the well goes dry for everybody sometimes.

Adele: It was Bombay Mahal on Moody St. God forbid we actually drive the 15 minutes into Boston.

Heather: Disappearing is fine as long as you come back.

I thought halva was a sesame paste candy and I associate it with Jewish and Turkish not Indian.

I've only seen it in one store outside of Brooklyn, NY.

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