so, you are what you eat?

Here's a funny story: The other night, the night of the date debate and the late debate, I was, as you know, hanging out with Anand and my new friend Sam. We were eating Indian food that Anand made and Sam started feeding it to one of his dogs (don't remember if it was Calvin or Hobbs, but whatever) and he says, speaking baby-talk of course, "Yeah, now you're Indian. You're an Indian dog now puppy!" I said, "Gives new meaning to the phrase, 'You are what you eat.'" And Sam says, smiling wildly, "Yeah. That's why I'm a guy."

Blank stares. Blinking lashes. Crickets chirping. Um yeah... he never really explained that one.