\nOh. My. Gawd. Babli. Look at her blog.<\/p>\n\n
It’s like, out there, I mean – gross. Look! She’s just so…FAQ.<\/p>\n\n
With sincerest apologies to Sir<\/a> with love, but I could not<\/em> resist. I just read Uberdesi<\/a> and it immediately had me reminiscing (I reminisce, I reminisce) about high school thanks to the blunt advice contained in one of its latest posts; the straightforward way it handled questions everyone wondered about but almost no one dared ask reminded me of Sassy magazine’s<\/a> shocking candor. How could I not also recall furtive curiosity, the novelty of espresso drinks, 90210 and most definitely, “Baby Got Back<\/a>” on auto-repeat in my Pioneer.<\/p>\n\n Yes, ladkas and ladkis. Akka be so old, her first car didn’t have<\/em> no bougie CD player. Uh-uh. “Auto-repeat” meant that the stereo would smack it up, flip it and rub it down<\/a> for<\/em> me and by that I mean, I didn’t have to physically take out the tape and reinsert it to hear the other side, not that any of you youngsters can relate to this in any way. Haha. I said “reinsert”. (Told you I was in a puerile mood).<\/p>\n\n So there’s a reason why I’ve got fornication on the brain and it’s all Uberdesi’s fault. Their blogger Amrita wrote a post<\/a> with a title so naughty, I shan’t repeat it here, but I’ll quote from it liberally because any desi with a healthy attitude towards sexuality deserves some fame and appreciation.<\/p>\n\n That’s just wrong. I’m really sick of the “tastes like curry<\/a>” remark. Enough already. What am I not sick of? Lines like this which make me laugh so inappropriately, I forget to be upset:<\/p>\n\n No comment. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n\n And then, because Amrita is a helpful sort of gf, she breaks it down.<\/p>\n\n Omnivores! I am windicated! Amrita says so:<\/p>\n\n Wheatgrass with cardamom? I didn’t think you could make those shots of freshly shorn lawn palatable, but hey, I’ll give it a try…for my health<\/em>, of course. What other reason? \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n\n Oh and families of suitable boys: if you are reading this, I have no idea what I am writing, I just blog what they tell me to, okay? This proves that I have the submissive proclivities you hope for in a bahu while establishing that I am very chaste; never would I ever<\/em> find blog posts about what shame shames<\/a> could or should taste like interesting. Nope. Not me. I am also not going to the store for some pineapple juice nor will I be purchasing a mango<\/a> anytime soon. Nooooo. I don’t do things like that. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Oh. My. Gawd. Babli. Look at her blog. It’s like, out there, I mean – gross. Look! She’s just so…FAQ. With sincerest apologies to Sir with love, but I could not resist. I just read Uberdesi and it immediately had … Continue reading Here\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the deal, your juices are altered by what you eat. While I can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get enough of mamma\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fish curry, I might have to fight the gag reflex with a mouth full of fishy swimmers. Urban dictionary defines fish curry as, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153the vagina of an Indian female.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Not so yummy. <\/blockquote>\n\n
Who wants to be known for having a spicy taco?<\/blockquote>\n\n
Alcohol, caffeine, drugs, and heavy spices among other culprits can cause the funk-nasty taste.<\/blockquote>\n\n
Here are a few tips:<\/blockquote>\n\n
*Drink tons of water and flush out your system.<\/blockquote>\n\n
*Eat plenty of fruits. As if one needed a reason to splurge on heavenly Indian mangoes<\/strong>. Pineapple juice supposedly does miracles.<\/blockquote>\n\n
*Eat plenty of veggies. Stay away from foul smelling veggies like asparagus, cabbage or cauliflower. This is a plus for the non-meat eaters as vegetarians taste better<\/strong>.<\/blockquote>\n\n
*Cut down on chowing down on spices like garlic and onion if you want someone to chow down on you.<\/blockquote>\n\n
*Cleanse out your system with green juice (parsley or wheat grass with a pinch of cardamom, cinnamon, lemon or mint).<\/blockquote>\n\n