My family and I were talking about getting together for lunch. One of my cousins offered to make Chai, so naturally I offered to bring Marie Biscuits. My brother offered this in an email to us:
Nice. Ill bring the random box of sweets, probably in some form of almonds or dates, which noone likes and everyone refuses to touch. The kind that are usually given as gifts by someone who resides across international waters. All because someone somewhere (most likely in or from dubai or india) is apparently known for making these particular sweets in a somewhat exceptional fashion, according to some random persons standards who also decided that it was necessary for me to try it. Perhaps it will be treated better in your fridge until it is relocated to your local landfill.
-Raji
