Thursday, January 29, 2015

Letter to Erin 20150129

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

Hi Erin.  How are you feeling?  I'm full right now alhamdulillah, I just had a great dinner.  Oh no, I didn't leave any for you!  Sorry, sweetie.  Maybe next time.  I found a great deal on cuttlefish Tuesday.  It's basically a squid with more meat.  Cuttlefishes are quite smart, and generally do not lend themselves to being caught, especially the big ones.  But they had a huge pile of big ones going for RM8 per kilo, which is awesome.  When I gutted them, I found out why so many of the big ones got caught at the same time: they all had been feasting on baby fish when they got caught.  Truly a blessing from Allah.  No, I didn't cook up the baby fish.  Not even the cats wanted them after being in the squid's belly.  My Mom gave me some fried rice, and I wanted to cook the squid up with my Mom's recipe, but I didn't have any turmeric powder.  I had a lot of mustard powder, so I used that instead.  Seems to work the same, Mom.  I fried up some onions, mustard powder, tamarind juice, and soy sauce with the innards.  When it was hot enough, I chucked in all the chopped up squid heads.  Tastes great,  Totally filling.  And I still have all the meat left for fried calamari.

When the time comes, I will have to give you a ring.  Will you marry me, Erin?  If yes then inshaAllah, I will make arrangements with a New York jeweler for you to pick up your ring.  But before that, we're going to have to start talking to each other, so I know for certain that you get your ring.  I'm thinking Skype for video conference calls.  I admit I've never used it, so I'm going to have to figure it out.  So when the time comes inshaAllah, I will post a photo of me here so you know if not already what I look like.  I'm an old man, Erin.  An old man with a young man's job.  Will you marry me, Erin?  I love you, and I need you.