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Crumb

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Son has been asking for Pistachio Ice cream. That’s one of his favorites. I have been meaning to make it for him. It’s only that I haven’t been well lately, and easily get tired.

It can use up the crumbs made from Basraji toasts. I was intrigued when I first heard the name from Son’ lips. Son always called the end toasts of a bread loaf that name. He would say that he was having a Basraji toast. It would go over my head, now what did he mean by that?

It came about when I wasn’t home, my late husband got them (Son and his wife) a new maid Basraj from our village. I was in Michigan with my daughter, and couldn’t help Son’s wife. From the minute she entered our home, it was for her to rule. She often refused to do the work around the house. Son’s wife put up with her, as they searched for someone else in her place. 

She would throw the ends of loaf in the dustbin — hence the name for the toast. She often terrorized our next door neighbors, as they were our tenents. She would go to their home, and would march to their fridge, and take whatever she wanted. They shouldn’t have put up with her behavior, but they were good people. If I was in their place, I would have refused her entry into my home.

Sep 20, 2017

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Crumb

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The Doggy Menace

Some dogs are adorable with their sweet doggy faces and irresistible manners. Even when they are not tethered on a leash, they will pass by you calmly, and cooly without threatening you with their barking. There are others who are real pests. The minute they espy you, they will bark with vigor, or try to nip at your ankles. I simply detest them, and view their owners as pests too, if they can’t restrain their dogs.

When I lived with Son in his old neighborhood, nearly every person living there had a dog. Son had cautioned me not to walk further away from the house, when I would be on my own, and he wasn’t there. I’m addicted to my walk after evening meals, and for me it is my only form of exercising.

The neighbors at our back were extremely likable people, but their dog was a brat. He would see me through the slats in the wooden enclosure, and rush nearer to angerly bark at me. Though I was walking on the side path by the house, and he couldn’t get at me, he would scare me. The neighbor would come out (Bless him) every time, and take the dog inside, so I could have a peaceful walk.

But there were other dogs to contend with. A small, black dog belonging to another neighbor was a ferocious little thing. He tried his best to take a bite whenever he saw me walking. I feared him, and prayed every time for my safety from his endeavors. I bought a cane to keep him away. I would brandish it in his face till his owner would come, and drag him away from me. It was the same  with another dog in the neighborhood. My guarding Angels saved me from being attacked.

Son got me a dog restrainer device. It was very effective. I carried it with me on my walks, and getting scared by dogs became a thing of the past. The dogs got scared instead.

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Opaque 

Our new neighbors had started building their house. It was at our back. Our privacy was gone. The workers could see into our bedroom, and kitchen. I couldn’t keep curtains drawn all the time during daytime, and felt miserable without the sunlight. I felt lost without the brightness in our lives.

The only solution was to change the glass in our windows. I wish I had gone myself to find out which types of glasses were available. I didn’t. I left it to my late husband. When I went into the bedroom, and kitchen after the new glasses were fitted, I felt like I was blind. The glasses were opaque

No one could look inside, but we couldn’t look outside too. It was highly disappointing. I could do nothing about it. It didn’t make sense to spend more money thrice on the windows. I let it be, and got used to it after some time.

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Opaque

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Martyr

I consider myself a martyr. The question arises why do I think so? I am, because for the last so many years I am putting up with a dish which my Afghan neighbors make, and send to me. I hate it, and sadly I don’t have the courage to tell them. Every time it comes, I eat a spoon, or so, and the rest I consign to the garbage.

I feel guilty in the sense that they wasted hours on it, and I don’t like it. I wish they didn’t make me eat it. The dish does have a strange name, and I have been totally unable to grasp it. Every time they pronounce the name, in reply I ask, “eh?”.

They repeat it. Again another “eh?” I gave up trying to get its’ name.

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The First Time

Pleased to Meet You
by Ben Huberman
Write a post in which the protagonists of two different books or movies meet for the first time. How do they react to each other? Do they get along?

New neighbors, we meet for the first time
We look at each other warily

Talkative, energetic, she looks like
While I am quiet, and awkward, as can be

Will we hit off, and will we be friends?
Seems unlikely, as we are opposites truly

Her children are noisy, they never sit still
While mine eye them, wordlessly

A few months later, she is a friend
We like each other immensely
(Sheen)

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Strawberries And Cream

Last week, I visited our village. I brought back with me fresh strawberries from the fields. My brother and neighbors were delighted when I sent them the fruit. The thing was, it was fresh and larger than the market variety.

Equal amount of sliced strawberries and whipped cream makes a nice dessert when it is chilled properly. I simply love it. My favorite is strawberry jam. Way back I used to make a huge amount to last us a year long. I would sterilize the bottles and store the prepared jam. Now, I take an easy way. Suppose it is four cups strawberries, I add two cups sugar to it. Add to it the juice of two lemons plus half a cup of water. Put the pot on slow heat till the sugar melts. Increase the heat so that it is bubbling. Keep stirring (I suddenly remembered this part) till it reduces slightly, or the consistency you want. Add one table spoon butter to bring a sheen to it. Another second or two and take it off the cooker. Pour it into a clean jar and after it cools put it in the fridge.

Its mouth watering and a million times better than the store brought variety. The plus point, it’s free of preservatives.

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