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On a hot August evening, Kina Maya Kadariya, swishes in a green flower print sari as she puts the finishing touches on dinner. The rice is warming in the rice cooker, the fermented greens were prepared days ago. She stirs a steaming pot a few more times as red and gold bangles slide down her arm.

Kadariya cooks duck or goat about every other week. When I visited, duck was on the menu. But in the refugee camp where she used to live in eastern Nepal, eating meat was an expensive luxury.

“In Nepal we ate it once a month, or once every two months,” she says.

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