Two Years

A couple of days ago I inadvertently missed my "2 years since I left Australia" anniversary.

I've passed a point where it would feel natural to be living there: Sydney seems distant.

Thinking about it now, I try to find a word to describe how I feel. I think I'll call it cinnamon.

I feel cinnamon.

Namasty

Most Indian restaurants can only survive in Jakarta by offering a Chinese twist to their food.

This is how my local home delivery outlet brands itself.

I particularly like the "& Sweet" afterthought at the end ... although if they have more late-landing ideas they will have to start using bullet points.

Normally when a restaurant brands itself across multiple countries, it means they do everything badly. Not in this case: the Indian options are good. Oddly enough, I use chopsticks for the onion salad and chicken tikka. They handle them better than other cutlery.

I'm going to start asking them to throw in some chopsticks with the order.