My typical breakfast consists of tea and biscuits.  I would call them cookies and crackers, but I live in a culture influenced by those crazy Brits who get all their terms mixed up.  Who calls the trunk of a car a boot?  Seriously?

This morning I had a new “biscuit” for breakfast.  At first glance I knew something was terribly amiss.  There was something on the “biscuit” that shouldn’t have been.  It was foreign spice, something that I had seen on pizza.  It was Indian fennel seed.  And it was terrible.  They eat that stuff like candy here.  They sugar-coat it, but that makes it even nastier.  I took one bite and I was done.  And I gotta tell ya, calling the trunk a boot isn’t nearly as crazy as fennel on a cookie.  Ooh, that’s a new idiom!  “That’s as crazy as fennel on a cookie!”

On a completely unrelated note, unless you read while eating breakfast (which I do), I bought a few books yesterday. They are:

• Hinduism: A Very Short Introduction by Kim Knott
• Suitably Modern: Making Middle Class Culture in Kathmandu by Mark Liechty
• The Anthropology of Buddhism & Hinduism by David N. Gellner

And the best part is that I bought them for less than a quarter of what they would have cost me in the States.  Gotta love it.