My earliest inkling of anything to do with Afghanistan was a short story by Rabindranath Tagore titled Kabuliwala. A bittersweet story of strapping Pathan and his tender love for a little girl who reminds him of his daughter back home.
While we don’t necessarily have to venture over seven seas, oh ok ok, over the bridge to Little Kabul in Fremont to indulge, Salang Pass was however our first taste of Afghani food and one always remembers ones first Aushak no?
In the Mood for Halal 