Anar, my love.

There is a story behind why the name of my favorite fruit rolls off my tongue in neither English nor Spanish.

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Old school

I don’t have a television might seem like the vainglorious boast of a pedantic bookworm. It might have been twenty years ago. Today, however, this detail about the choices I’ve made does not say very much, considering all the time I spend on the internet. Apparently, television has gotten better since I was a kid watching […]

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Mexican rajma chawal

I mean, I assume you’ve already gotten rid of all the other aluminium in the kitchen, right? Right??

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