Letter to Julia 20130418

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

Rain, rain, rain.  It rained all day Wednesday starting 5am, and it's still raining right now, Wednesday at 7pm as I start this letter.  So I couldn't blog Wednesday's blog until the next day.  Please forgive me.  Do know that I love you, and that I have made a commitment to marry you, and I intend to keep it.  InshaAllah.

Meanwhile, I have been quite busy harvesting cashews.  I swear, they're ripening all at the same time.  I swear they ripen as I pick them.  The ripe cashew (not the nut) has the consistency of memory foam, but you can't allow the fruit to be bruised.  Like if it fell from the tree, and hit the ground.  Then the consistency will turn to like a wet sponge, which is difficult and undesirable to eat, and to work with.  I keep the fruit in the cooler until I use or distribute it, otherwise it will melt.  Cashew flesh is slightly bitter, but if you remove the bitterness with salt, then it becomes sweet.  Interesting, huh?  But I wouldn't want to try drinking cashews that have been put through the juicer.

Say, Julia!  It suddenly occurred to that by now you must be, mashaAllah, in that group of women who have achieved powerful influence, as well as possessing great beauty.  I'm not trying to kiss your butt my Queen, beautiful as it is.  I want to remind you that you are on God's side.  Don't be a crime boss.

Letter to Julia 20130417

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

Hello there, my beautiful Julia.  How are you feeling today?  I pray you are feeling healthy and confident.  I love you, and I want to marry you.  I'm still feeling slightly feverish, but praise Allah, the sickness is going away.  I had chicken liver curry with cashews for lunch today, but I didn't feel very creative for dinner.  So I just had several pieces of the nugget part of the chicken, coated in savory breadcrumbs, and fried until a golden and crispy brown.  I dipped them in a smooth and slightly sour blend of tomato pastes and purees.

As I told you before, the Flu Virus Collective attacked my voice first this time, when they usually begin their assault at the nose.  But I refuse to be cowed by a disease brought by the evil Collective!  I will fight!  InshaAllah!  Fight, fight, fight!  Do the yard work!  Water the flowers!  Sing like a girl!  Cuddle the kitty!  Make love to my Julia!  Fight the evil Collective!  Yeeeaaaarrrrrrgghhh!!!!!