Letter to Erin 20151230

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

Hello, beautiful girl!  You are my girl, and I love you so.  Please stay blonde for me, because I prefer blondes.  I need you.

I spent the evening hacking away at the tree on the roof of the old house sitting on the space where I will build your house inshaAllah.  It's taking a long time, yeah I know.  A tree is a very heavy object, and it's difficult to swing a machete upwards over my head.  Every blow landed diagonally on the trunk, so I had no choice but to use my left hand also, which is bad in aim.  I managed to get only one branch down today, but there is only one branch left.  Then there's a bigger tree on top of the roof on the other side of the house.

My Dad gave some good sized hardtail scad this morning, so I had that for lunch.  The back had been cut open, so I chopped off the heads and tails.  Slicing the back open is a procedure for stuffing, but I didn't stuff the fish.  I smothered the insides with tom yam paste (tom yam is a tamarind-based Siamese hot sour soup) with salt and ground cilantro, and fried it up.  Alhamdulillah.  Delicious.  A success.  You must try some.  Dinner was half pitas stuffed with steak and potatoes in brown gravy.  Alhamdulillah.  Delicious and filling.