In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Say Julia, have you been having trouble with pimples lately? The reason I asked is that I had a dream that you grew a pimple. It so happens that I also have a pimple growing on my left cheek next to my nose. Well, everybody knows that supermodels don't get pimples. I just happened to get a pimple because I keep massaging my sinus cavity when I lie on my right side, because it eases my breathing. It's not as if I'm getting a teenage hormone rush. I told you before that I'm an old man, and I've used up most of my libido. I'm going to have to do drugs to keep up with one of you, let alone the both of you. Well, don't go and grow any pimples. I love you just the way you are. You too, Erin. Don't start growing pimples just because I dreamed that Julia grew a pimple. Supermodels don't get pimples.
For dinner tonight at Casa de Julia is sushi again. I love sushi. I happen to be eating sushi all the time lately because I found seaweed sheets and a good wasabi substitute at the Chinese grocery store. I can't eat sushi without wasabi. I was going to buy my fish at the night market, but this morning when I went to the local grocer at the crossroads to get bean sprouts and cilantro for my Mom, I found a huge snapper for a reasonable price. I like sushi best with snapper. I can't afford bluefin tuna, I can't get it here even if I could, but the local fish is the best in the world anyway, as long as they care enough to keep the environment clean. So today the fish is snapper, with egg and cilantro. Snapper meat is so transparent in taste- you know and sense and taste that you're eating fish, but the fish is almost invisible. And the meat around the belly tastes like garlic. I just downed 20 golf ball-sized rolls, not those puny pinky sized insults that you pay 50 bucks a plate for at a restaurant. Want some? Can you fit a golf ball in your mouth? I have 4 rolls left. We'll be having sushi often when we're married, inshaAllah. Now it's time for tea.
