Letter to Erin 20151222

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

Hi Sweetheart!  Hello Dahlink!  How are you feeling today?  Are you having fun?  How's business?  Make lots of money and don't waste it, OK?  Please take good care of yourself, and don't forget to pray.  I love you and I need you.

I tried to take it easy this morning, because I had some sneezies left over from yesterday.  I wound up spending most of my day in the kitchen.  I made a pizza for myself this morning.   Nothing special, just a sausage and basil pizza.  I was really tired, but I got through voice training OK.  I want to make pot stickers tomorrow for lunch, so I went to the night market for some tofu and fish balls.  There was quite a multicultural crowd at the night market.  It's hard to believe that we are out here in the sticks.  Must be a whole bunch of lodgers.  I wonder how they cope with the non-Muslims?  Obviously they do, and quite peacefully.

Before I went to the night market, I went and tidied up my grandparents' grave.  It can quite overgrown with really long grass, so much that I could barely park my motorcycle.  I only had energy to cut the grass around my grandparents, so their grave looks like an island in a sea of grass.  If you can see past the grass, that is.

You know how they serve pitas over at fast food restaurants, right?  They don't give you a whole pita, but half a pita.  Then they slice it open and stuff it with whatever.  So for dinner, I fried up some dough as half pitas, sliced then open and stuffed them with kelisa beans, onions, hot red peppers, and sliced tenderloin.  For sauce I used mole sauce.  Totally yummy.  Alhamdulillah.  I love mole sauce.  So simple, so delicious.  It's chilli puree and cooking chocolate, people.  So simple, so delicious.