Today I pretty much did two things: I woke up, and then we went to my grandparents’ friends’ house. They’re Indian (real Indians, not those Native American posers), and they made Indian food for us. It was kind of nifty, actually, I got to help make the flat bread, which is apparently just made of flour and water. Then you flatten it, put it on a griddle, and then put it on top of a rack over a stove element, it puffs up some (steam inside the bread) and then you take it off and it flattens out. Then come dinner time, it becomes your utensil. You just put things on your plate (we had curried chicken, rice and vegetables), and then you scoop/roll it up with torn off bits of bread, and eat it. I wasn’t the most elegant at it, but it was certainly easier (and less awkward looking) than eating with chopsticks, in any case.