Today was another treat for dinner. Afghan food.
I’ve been playing Russian roulette with my stomach lately, daring to eat the local cuisine.
I’ve been pretty lucky lately, and I haven’t gotten sick yet (knock on wood.)
The rice is good … it has raisins in it with pieces of lamb. It reminds me of what Muna calls her “Somali” rice. The bread reminds me of Indian naan … the kind Muna and I used to eat when we met at Moti Mahal (an Indian restaurant near the Embassy I worked at.)
I also had some kabobs. Also good.
I Skyped Muna today, and was also able to speak with my mother, who flew in to check on Taj while he recovers from the flu. I’m glad she’s there.
Wish I was, too.