Letter to Julia 20140108

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

Hello Wednesday, my dearest Julia and Erin.  My, how time flies.  It's already 2014.  I just made a commitment to call the prayer at the local mosque during the weekdays, the Dhuhur and Asr prayers, or the high noon and late afternoon prayers respectively.  Which would make it right before and after my daily voice training.  When we are married inshaAllah, I would expect you to follow me to these prayers, especially if we have plans to go out, but more because I don't ever want to leave you by yourself.  I don't even want to leave you to throw out the garbage.

I didn't make it in to blog because I went to buy some tenderloin, then I grilled a fish.  It was a fairly big scad, with a massive amount of roe, which my Mom gave me last week but I only found the time to cook today.  It was sliced up the back, which I don't particularly like.  For stuffing, I put young coconut flesh, onions, garlic, ginger, chilli paste, cilantro stems, and a peeled lime in the blender.  Chee Cheah never hangs around the house during the day, but somehow she knew I was grilling a fish, so she was present and a-meowing for her snackipoo.  Later, in the evening, someone had thrown a fish on my driveway which I found.  It looked like a tilapia.  No, I didn't grill it.  The ants had already claimed it.

So what's for dinner?  Last night I bought a kilo of fresh shrimp for real cheap: RM8 per kilo.  Not as attractive or as large as white shrimp, but fresh and clean.  Would you like to know the secret of shrimp?  Well, I'll just show you.  Hint: think "bisque".  Otherwise, fork out the bucks for jumbo shrimp.  I made a batch of shrimp injections.  I'm sorry, croquettes.  Tomorrow, it's wontons again.  Wanna join me for some munchies?  I love you.