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Oh btw I went to a couple of Indian cookery classes. I don't even remember the lady's name but think: Harry Potter in one of Snape's potions lessons. The frustrating thing was I quit because I was moving and I genuinely wanted to listen and learn authentically. Somehow she interpreted my look of intense concentration and deference as one of bored disgust - as I'm not a natural recipe follower anyway I confirmed her worst fears.
Sad - If I'd waited six months til I moved to Leiceser I'd have had any number of friends to come along to smooth the waters!
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