Letter to Julia 20120806

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hi there, beautiful Julia.  My love.  How are you feeling?  I'm so tired.  It's Sunday night, and Sundays are my busy days.  Non-stop work from the minute I wake up until I pass out at night.  Plus, I'm fasting.  What's on the menu for the pre-dawn repast?  In the cooler are eggplants, chilli peppers, ketchup, chicken breast and a bag of noodles.  I guess it's going to be noodles in spicy eggplant marinara.  What's cooking on your stove?  Did you know that I love German food?  Herring, sauerkraut, those little boil-in-the-bag potato dumplings.  We need to figure out how to make a halal sausage.  We could be billionaires if we get it right!  Because there is no such thing as a halal sausage.  The problem is the casing: the stuffing is not an issue, because veal is exactly like pork in flavor and texture, or we can use the right blend of beef parts.  But the casing... what can be a halal substitute for pork intestine?

Oh wait a minute... I'm too lazy to run a food service industry.  I just want to snuggle and make love to my Julia.  Being a rock star already takes up all my energy, don't they realize that?  Do they think it's easy?  Let someone else be the billionaires, we'll just collect royalties.

I do love you, Julia.  Let time be your proof.  And I'm not going to to tell you to hurry up either, even though my feet hurt.