I was going to wait a few days for some good writing material, but it seems as though the last few days have been eventful enough to inspire a little writing.
Yesterday Leah and I learned the English interpretation of "salsa". Salsa earns quotation marks here because I'm not sure there's another suitable word to describe the soupy, liquidy, sweet crap that we had with our chips. I had to second guess whether we in fact purchased salsa, or pureed sweet peppers. Anyway, that was expected...what wasn't expected was seeing a Tex-Mex restaurant the other day in Notting Hill. Maybe their stuff is better...
In case you're not already aware, tortillas are a favorite food of mine. Simple, edible alone, or can be combined with a cornucopia of other foods. I'm pleased to say that Indian/Pakistani Naan bread has usurped command of 'Favorite Bread'. Not that anyone really cares, but seriously, Leah and I can't get enough. I stuffed my pillow with it last night, and its quite comfortable bedding material as well.
More important than either of the previous paragraphs, Leah and I introduced ourselves to our neighbors today. (Leah and I live upstairs, they live downstairs) We were out working in the garden (which is sort of shared between the houses) and about an hour after we finished, we noticed they were down tilling and weeding their side. We went down to say hello. The wife is Turkish and speaks good English. The husband is Kurdish. Sometimes he's hard to understand, but I simply spit at him and he tries harder... just kidding. In case you don't know, the Kurds are from Kurdistan, in northern Iraq. No surprise that he moved away about the time the US started blowing things up over there. The region as a whole is actually fond of the US, as Saddam was a bit brutal on the Kurdish people. Anyway, they have two daughters, 1.5 and 3, and the whole family is about as nice as you can imagine. Dinner Wednesday at our place.
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