Hi Natty! How are you, my darling? I hope you are bundled up nice and warm. It's still cold and wet over here, and I love it. I prefer cold weather, so alhamdulillah. Cold as it is, I still sweated it out somewhat digging up stumps and saplings in the evening. Monday evening is night market time over here, so I went and bought my dinner there. When we are married inshaAllah, we will still have to go out and patronize other people's cooking. Our own cooking may be cheaper, healthier or even better than others, but it is a responsibility for us to patronize other merchants. I don't know how well you would accept local cuisine here, but there has to be something that catches your taste buds out of the cornucopia available. I'm sure you like fried chicken, right? I bought some fried chicken at the night market. One thing I learned about fried chicken is that fried chicken is fried chicken that tastes like fried chicken. Whether you buy it at a name brand restaurant or from a roadside stall, it still tastes like fried chicken. At least you don't have to put in the labor or clean up the mess from cooking it yourself. And fried chicken leaves a BIG mess to clean up. Plus if it's piping hot, then it can't be that germy right?
I also got some fish sausage. It's more like crunchy chewy fish bread shaped like sausage since it's made with a lot of flour. I don't know if you would like this stuff, but it's great with hot sauce or by itself when hot. It sucks when it's cold, though. Then I also bought some fried flat noodles with cockles, a local favorite. You can't get better than average with this particular cuisine, I suppose the goal is to make it average. Portions have become increasingly meager over the years, most likely because this town has become inundated with outsiders. This area can't be called the sticks anymore. Too much traffic. Seriously, there's a LOT of traffic here.
