Much like the impotent exodus I wrote about in 2005, the amount of Indian migration in and out of this office results in the donut area being over run with the boiled bespangled sweets. I have said on countless occasions I’m not one to criticize the culture and cuisine of others, save for when it is egregiously thrown in my face. Now that I have eaten my obligatory (mind you very tasty) sweets, I am sick and tired of:

– flour boiled in butter and cane sugar
– chickpea flour boiled in butter and cane sugar
– graham flour boiled in butter and cane sugar
– ground nut four boiled in butter and cane sugar

– any of the aforementioned “sweets” made with milk solids partially replacing the flour
– any of the aforementioned “sweets” made with coconut oil instead of butter
– any of the aforementioned “sweets” decorated in silver leaf
– any of the aforementioned “sweets” decorated in gold leaf

– loose desserts served with a common plastic spoon to which people are invited to scoop with then empty high above one’s mouth to give the air of hygiene