So it’s actually dosa. Or as I like to spell it, Dosa. I capitalize because it’s a divine food.
Today, my dear, was your first time going out to dinner. You were spectacular. The rest (Chadhas and Motianis) of us feasted on Dosas (fully varied across the table, from rava to paper, from mysore to plain, from masala inside to masala out.) But we crushed ourselves some Dosas in Edison at the world famous Swagath.
What I love about this whole trip is that throughout her time carrying you, your Mom had one craving on one day — that’s it.
Guess what it was for?
You nailed it. Dosa. Capital D. Don’t worry, you got some with your nightcap I’m sure.
Suneet Bhatt 