Ah, it's almost mango season. The old mango tree in my front yard is sprouting creamy blossoms on long buddy stems. A-WOOOOOSH-OOOO
!!! AH-HISSSH-SHOOOOO!! **sniffle** Oh yeah, I get seasonal allergies. I have to completely drain my sinus cavity, or all that snot ruins my voice. I'm sun burning easier nowadays more than ever, and sunblock doesn't really work, in fact I may be allergic to it. It's almost as if God is punishing me for something.
Erin, will you please make an effort to dress modestly? I understand that you are under contract to work, and I accept that. I saw your outfit at the Curve party, but worse than exposing too much skin was that the top and bottom of your outfit didn't seem to match, even though they were black. Perhaps it was because the aspect ratio of the monitor of the computer in the Internet cafe was incorrect. A shiny sparkley purple jacket with short sleeves would have fixed that. Your updo was awfully cute, though. Did you do that yourself? Well, you are cute. My love.
For dinner, I had clams. I didn't intend to buy clams. I had to make a batch of dough, so I went to the grocery store right before sunset for some flour, and on my way back I stopped by the local night market, and they had clams for sale, so I bought some. These particular clams were about the size of a penny each, known locally as "Lala". Imagine shucking a kilo of penny-sized clams. But it wasn't too difficult. After heating them up in a covered pot until they gaped wide open, then I poured the lot into a strainer, and kept the broth. Lala isn't slimy and sticky like other clams, so I grabbed them by the handful and flicked the meat into a bowl. It did take an hour though, so I had to pray the night prayer before continuing. Then I sauteed some chopped garlic in butter, poured in some milk plus the clam broth, and brought it to a slow boil. I added shredded seaweed, and a brick of ramen noodles. When the noodles were done, I put it all in a large bowl and dumped all the clam meat on top. Want some? It's very rich.
I may be able to publish this letter today, but I'm still closed to the local Internet outlets. Because I chose you as my girl. But I don't regret the choice, my sweet Erin. I'm just reminding you that I may not be able to blog regularly until further notice. Erin I love you, and I need you.
