I remember when I first came here. I always wondered how I’d survive without my Mother’s cooking and the first few months were definitely hard. Before I left, My Dad had suggested that I concoct something accordingly; something that seemed rather annoying. I love good food, living without it seemed heretical. Now three to four years later, I understand what my Dad meant. What he meant about priorities. The whole deal about evolving into a new person, to adjusting to the new surroundings and making the most of them. In true essence, it is Darwinism in the works.