God I miss cheese...

Have you ever heard the question, "What would you rather give up: Chocolate or cheese?" I've always said that was a ridiculous, terrible question. Hung jury. You could put a gun to my head and I would still answer "Chococheeeeeeese!" But, it seems, I have forced the answer upon myself. We have neither. I actually went out and bought a GINORMOUS Toblerone bar the other day that I have stashed in my room and I allow myself to eat one chocolate, nougat-y morsel a day. But if you know me, you know that I have an insatiable appetite. I mean I am downright glutonous. And one piece doesn't do me justice. Period. As for cheese, there is none. God I would KILLLLLL for cheese. Last night instead of rice we have homemade tortillas and it was glorious. They call it something else... ughh... I'm not going to destroy their language by trying to remember. One day I will learn. But anyway, I was trying to explain Chipotle and they lost me at salsa. But got does a quesadilla sound good. Or a grilled cheese. Or velveeta. Mmmm. I don't even miss ice cream. I don't even really like dairy (except Chocolate Milk). But if anyone sends me a big fat hershey bar covered in melted Gouda I will love you for all time. Seriously. Everyone else will be out of the running in the competition for my heart. If you send James Franco to deliver that hershey bar, well, only God could produce such a miracle, I suppose.
Yesterday Jasmin and I talked about boys for like, 2 hours. And it's funny how different her view is than say, my little sister's. First, I found out that her parents were in an arranged marriage, as are most parents. The wole boyfriend/girlfriend love thing is really unique to her generation and still sort of rare. And I asked her what she would prefer and she said she would go either way. Especially since her parents would have to approve of the boy and she would introduce him and get their OK from Day 1 or else it was a closed case and he was out. I'm sorry parental units, you are not choosing the boy I marry. As much as I know you would like me to be Mrs. Duncan (or Darwin, or whatever), mother. But regardless, she is glad she goes to an all girls school because she doesn't like talking to boys. And she can onlly think of one time she thought a boy was cute and she can't even really remember him. Then I told her about bus boys and sexy men and frat boys and hockey boys and she quite enjoyed it. She said I would probably have no luck here, and I seconded that motion. Ohhh goodness, I think the saying I'm looking for is "pray for hotties." Haha.
Things are going pretty good, I am trying to plan a trip to Chitwan National Park in early November (specifically so that I am in a hotel with good TV reception on November 5th) so that I can see some elephants and cheetahs. That is what Binod says, "the elephaaaaants and cheeeetahs!!"
Speaking of the election, this is apparently an Obama house. They don't know tons about the candidates but Priyanka and Mrs. Shahi like to parade around the house chanting "Oh-bah-ma. Berrak Oh-bah-ma." I think they were in a little bit of shock when I informed them that he wasn't actually president yet, he still has to win an election.
So I will leave you with one final thought, courtesy of Binod:
An American and Indian and a Nepali come across a river. The American throws his hat in the river and the Indian says, "Why did you throw your hate in the river?" The American replies, "Because in America we have lots of hats." The Indian then proceeds to throw his shawl in the river and the Nepali asks, "Why did you throw your shawl in the river?" The Indian replies "because in India, we have lots of shawls." The Nepali shrugs, looks at the Indian and tosses him into the river.
Peace, Love, and Velveeta. xox.