Letter to Julia 20130903

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

Rain, rain, rain.  It's raining again, Julia.  I'm writing my love to you, and it's raining.  Well, I pray that Allah is pleased with me.  I had some beef tenderloin in my cooler, which is awesomely tasty and tender, so I cooked it up for dinner.  I picked up some oyster mushrooms at the night market.  Oyster mushrooms don't cook evenly, so I separate the stems from the caps, and I blast the heat on the stems, in this case, when I cooked the steak.  The stems actually had the taste and texture of the steak.  All the caps needed was hot water and salt, for mucho flavor.  Don't forget to drain them.

Before that, I tended to Casa de Julia inshaAllah.  Cutting grass and vines by the ditch.  I've been missing coconuts lately, I sure hope there isn't coconut thief about.  Not that I use them all that often.  I have a few more trees to chop down, but it's  been so wet that I may not have the chance to burn them.  I started a lemongrass patch about a week ago, and it's coming up nicely.  You should check out my aloe vera patch.  Aloe grows wild in Arizona, but not here in Malaysia.  I think it's because it's way too damp, so I planted the aloe on a little hill, so water doesn't coagulate, and now the plant is multiplying nicely.

Some people are confused as to whether or not a population is being oppressed.  It is deluded to think that young children can be members of a subversive organization.  The correct thing to do is to vindicate them for the love of God.  To help and rescue them for the love of Allah.