Food Porn

Dear Children Three,

No doubt you are at this very point in time enjoying the heat of PA while we are here enjoying the heat of the Gulf. And, in addition, we get beach sand and city dust, desert stones, a rainbow of smells, wadi cats and dogs, endless construction, humidity, ocean views, and lots and lots of white buildings. Not sure who has the better deal here, although I have my suspicions.

Oh and in the dorm where we are staying there is this periodic wailing noise that sounds like a teenaged girl has been cemented into the wall and regularly reminds us of her presence. I know, weird, right?

Aside from enjoying the outdoor charm and wondering about the screaming teen in the wall, we have been eating. A lot. At this rate, they will have to roll us off of the plane when we arrive home in a couple of weeks. Start reinforcing the second floor because nothing threatens structural integrity like a couple of summer-in-the-Gulf bellies.

Quite likely you three are sitting there salivating, dreading what I may post next. Buckle in because we have had three days of some serious yummy stuff. As a matter of fact, Wednesday was so decadent that we didn’t feel the need to eat on Thursday until 5 p.m.

 

Yes, yes. Uncharacteristic.

This may have been part of the problem--too much posh cheese and beverage. We picked the label out special for Silas.

 

Mangoes and charoot grown on a friend's farm here

Here we go… more select shots of food porn.

From the new bakery in town



Fresh fruit--or at least as fresh as you can do when most of the fruit is imported. This showed up when one of the teachers complained about, eh-hem, regularity

Living the dream, Silas--two kinds of rice twice a day

You all probably remember these two things--laban, which they serve in the cafeteria as a lunch time beverage--a little bit like salted buttermilk crossed with yogurt, remember? And below, Daddy's chocolate decadence cake, which he made for a brunch we went to--you would have been bored to tears with the six hours of talk about educational research. Aren't you glad you're in PA?

 

 

 

 

 

Love,

Yo Mama