For the next two weeks of the I-Match Program, Dad and I will be staying with his friend Shya Chitaley. When we arrived last night she spent the next two hours trying to force various forms of nourishment down my unwilling throat. Every time I said “no thanks, not hungry” she would offer something else.
Lol!
LOVE the Young Frankenstein!!!
She is Indian, yea? Next to Jewish mamas (trust me, I am one), the Indian mamas are only happy when you eat. Big as I am, all the parents of my Indian students last year felt compelled to cook for me and feed me. Luckily I love Indian food…