Dear residents of 800 Swanston St.

Is it Ramdhan already?

last week I suffered the taunting and delicious samboosa cooking fumes that you sent up my window, for a whole week, every night at midnight. I wasn’t sure if it was true or whether I was delerious, because other than the daily whiffs of burnt onions, and badly cooked sea food (and the occaisonal smell of a very stinky shoe being seared in spanish onions and sugar) I have never had such a nice smell come up my window. But by the 3rd night I was sure there really is a decent cook in this building, which was comforting, bad cooking leads to grumpy people, and the residents in this building aren’t really the sunniest if I may say so myself.

But never mind people. Right now I would like to not only thank the mystery chef for sending me a smell I so dearly missed, hitting me with waves of nostalgia, but I would also like to repremand them for the very same reason.

It is a beautifully cruel thing you are doing. Getting my stomache to rumble with hunger even though I’ve just had dinner. Making me crave samboosas badly even though I am helpless with them. Sending me to the verge of tears (kidding).

But to take it another step further, and to start cooking ramdhan kebabs?? Now that’s just playing dirty.

So dear mystery chef, if you happen to read this, and feel sorry for me, and suddenly get the urge to feed this poor international student who loves food just as much (if not even more than) her boyfriend, then please feel free to do so. I am currently in appartment no 901, and I will only open the door if I see a plate in the hand of those who knock. Alternitavly you can leave a comment with ur number, I’ll give you a call and we’ll arrange a more appropriate time for you to cook a nice 3 course meal.

Yours,
Naz