I've noticed that lately, when Mom and Dad come home, they frequently smell of food that I don't recognize. When I climb up on their front to give them a breathalyzer (pretty low-tech; I just sniff their breath), I'm smelling food that I haven't had. But I can tell I want it. A lot. I tried prying Dad's mouth open to see if there was any left, but all I got was laughed at. Turns out they've been hanging out on Devon Avenue and getting delicious masala tea and garlic naan and fragrant rice with various yummy stuff on it. I gave them a stern whistling in their ears, and now they always bring home a little rice or naan.
Breathalyzers work, people! Merry Christmas and happy Indian dinners for all!
(photo: drdrewhonolulu )