My new neighbors. They gave me homemade food two nights ago. I gave their kids a handful of candy. Tonight there was a knock at the door... another plate of food. I got to tell you - better BETTER than LaShish or LaPita. Oh my gosh... I was moaning as I was eating this food. Dont ask me what its called - I dont know. Football shaped, the color of fried chicken. Inside it was just meat. The football was fried perfectly. The coating was similar to cornbread. I went over to thank them, they invited me in. (Kinda weird since this was my Dads home.) I tried not to look around too much, but as I sat on their couch, I pictured my Dad on the gurney in the dining room the night he passed. They made Arabic coffee and served it to me, with a piece of torte (which I passed on) and a piece of Arabic candy. We sat and talked all evening. He too is a graphic designer (large format digital printing) - like a bus wrap or the whole side of a building, but hasnt found a job yet. Super sweet people. Im glad they are my neighbors and ... I cant believe Im saying that since this is all very raw to me.
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 04:07:36 +0000
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