The second major snow storm of the year was under way. The outdoor lights switch on at 5pm like clockwork as I stand there, putting the finishing touches on my Christmas tree. Yet, instead of rewarding myself with some hot chocolate with baileys I find myself at my neighbours house, drinking chai, ready to learn about a Sri Lankan staple, String Hoppers. Jyoti Aunty, my neighbour for the past 8 years, grew up in Kerala, and when I wanted to learn more about String Hoppers (a rice flour noodle) she graciously offered to teach me. If her Hoppers are anything close to her Dosa batter, I know I am in good hands. And so there I am, snow falling, drinking chai and making string hoppers, finding comfort in the only way Jyoti Aunty knows how.
I???m 47 Years Old and Just Bought My First String Bikini
I’m staring at myself in the mirror with a look of disbelief on my face. What the hell am I doing, standing there in…