We ate today ...
Today I told Mahmoud that I should just call every blog entry that.
But before I start in with my gastronomic adventures in the promised land, let's take a vote. Blogger says I can do a little trick to make it more difficult for the spammers - do that word verification thing whenever you try to post a comment. Since the only commenters are Michele and Jenny and sometimes Roberta, let me know if you want me to turn that on or not.
OK, eating. Well, first of all ... we went to Ajloun castle today, and that was TOTALLY COOL. Constructed in the 1100's to protect against the Crusaders - it's amazing and huge and cool.
And then we ate. Yummy chicken schwarma. And went past a bakery making flat bread in a special huge oven so I bought a kilo (yes, 2.2 pounds of flatbread!!). Then we came back to Irbid and hung out with the stationery boys. Mahmoud is salivating at the thought of Ramadan ... which is pretty entertaining since Ramadan is like Lent in terms of giving up everything. People don't eat, drink, smoke, etc. during the day - but once the sun goes down they gorge on all sorts of special sweets and foods. So, he was talking about all the desserts, which have started showing up on the streets, and I said, "Stop talking about desserts! You're making me crave!" Which made Mamoon rush across the street (well, send somebody else rushing) to provide us with some extremely sweet almost-baklava with sweet cheese inside kind of thing which was way yummy but put me into a diabetic coma.
So then I went to the grocery store and picked up a can of hummus and a jar of pineapple jam, so that with the 2.2 pounds of flatbread is what I'll be eating until I leave. Yeah, right. As if I won't be tempted by everything on the street! I love street food!! Chris tells me I absolutely cannot eat street food in India because it will make me so sick like it did him, and I don't know what I'll do. That's always what I live on in foreign countries. Sigh.
Fred emailed me today which is good because I'm still mad at him for being late when I was supposed to go to the airport. But I love him like a brother, and he knows it, and I'll forgive it of course but I wasn't going to write first. The strength of the relationships I forged at Buduburam are amazing - both positive (most of them) and negative (Emmanuel, whom I never want to see or hear again because he is untrustworthy, crazy, and not very bright). I can't believe I was only there a month, and yet I feel I've known Dayton, Fred, Morris, even Joseph, and others forever. It's just funny to read from Fred because he writes it like he speaks - very distinctive, with lots of "yes."
Ah, here's a most excellent email from Stephen, when I alerted him I'll be coming back early:
>I know all of this. We had a busy weekend and I so happened to have >read your blog. Freaked me out, sistah! Part of me can't believe >you are getting married, and part of me can. I've always admired >your uncanny ability to see an opportunity and seize it. I also >know that you know that you make the best of every situation and >move on when you have to, so, I never worry about your decisions. >We just worry about you.>
>There is only one question. CAN HE COOK?
But before I start in with my gastronomic adventures in the promised land, let's take a vote. Blogger says I can do a little trick to make it more difficult for the spammers - do that word verification thing whenever you try to post a comment. Since the only commenters are Michele and Jenny and sometimes Roberta, let me know if you want me to turn that on or not.
OK, eating. Well, first of all ... we went to Ajloun castle today, and that was TOTALLY COOL. Constructed in the 1100's to protect against the Crusaders - it's amazing and huge and cool.
And then we ate. Yummy chicken schwarma. And went past a bakery making flat bread in a special huge oven so I bought a kilo (yes, 2.2 pounds of flatbread!!). Then we came back to Irbid and hung out with the stationery boys. Mahmoud is salivating at the thought of Ramadan ... which is pretty entertaining since Ramadan is like Lent in terms of giving up everything. People don't eat, drink, smoke, etc. during the day - but once the sun goes down they gorge on all sorts of special sweets and foods. So, he was talking about all the desserts, which have started showing up on the streets, and I said, "Stop talking about desserts! You're making me crave!" Which made Mamoon rush across the street (well, send somebody else rushing) to provide us with some extremely sweet almost-baklava with sweet cheese inside kind of thing which was way yummy but put me into a diabetic coma.
So then I went to the grocery store and picked up a can of hummus and a jar of pineapple jam, so that with the 2.2 pounds of flatbread is what I'll be eating until I leave. Yeah, right. As if I won't be tempted by everything on the street! I love street food!! Chris tells me I absolutely cannot eat street food in India because it will make me so sick like it did him, and I don't know what I'll do. That's always what I live on in foreign countries. Sigh.
Fred emailed me today which is good because I'm still mad at him for being late when I was supposed to go to the airport. But I love him like a brother, and he knows it, and I'll forgive it of course but I wasn't going to write first. The strength of the relationships I forged at Buduburam are amazing - both positive (most of them) and negative (Emmanuel, whom I never want to see or hear again because he is untrustworthy, crazy, and not very bright). I can't believe I was only there a month, and yet I feel I've known Dayton, Fred, Morris, even Joseph, and others forever. It's just funny to read from Fred because he writes it like he speaks - very distinctive, with lots of "yes."
Ah, here's a most excellent email from Stephen, when I alerted him I'll be coming back early:
>I know all of this. We had a busy weekend and I so happened to have >read your blog. Freaked me out, sistah! Part of me can't believe >you are getting married, and part of me can. I've always admired >your uncanny ability to see an opportunity and seize it. I also >know that you know that you make the best of every situation and >move on when you have to, so, I never worry about your decisions. >We just worry about you.>
>There is only one question. CAN HE COOK?
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