I didn't cook for Thanksgiving, but since then I have started making, if I do say so myself, delicious meals: chilis & soups & sauces & peanut pad thai & cakes & cookies all from scratch. Everyone raves. But it is hard to get certain things here. Certain spices. We can get, say, sugar and salt and flour, although (and this is extremely gross) you have to sift out nasty little brown bugs and squiggly larvae. But everything else needs sent from home. So you can certainly send me spices. We are out of nutmeg in the region house. I made, from my own recipe, a carrot-and-squash soup and a spice cake and used the last of that. Plus chicken bouillon and chili mixes and brown sugar and baking powder/soda. Dessert and soup and spice mixes in general are really awesome. If someone would send me canned cherries I could make a really bitchin' pie. Gorgol thanks you in advance.
Site is...fine. But I will say that it has gotten harder, and particularly wearing as a woman alone in a village. The culture is oppressive to me, and I think to any American-educated adult female. Living here has made me more aware of women's rights violations. Even more than that, I have never had more respect for the women who demanded equality (and continue to demand it) in America. I never before realized what enormous bravery is required to walk against the tide of culture. I can't imagine it happening here in my lifetime, not with women's education (and education in general) being what it is. But for those who think there isn't any truly good work left to be done in the world, look to Mauritania. Peace out, y'all. Send me letters and boxes! LOVVVVVVE!
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