Life in the Field - The Way of the Samurai

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

Weight Watchers Afghanistan

The curse of those who think by association is they cannot control the associations that come up.

Hence, today, at lunch time, I walk into the living room to see - Oh surprise! - chick peas in oil, kabuli and nan. In a place such as Maymana, which feels as close to the end of the world as could be, only beaten I suspect by some of the highest plains of Tibet, Mongolia and Chile, one comes to accept that food variety is a concept best grasped on a year-long scale, for if instead you wished to take a snapshot of today's bazaar diversity, you'd have a hard time deciding whether you'll have turnips at lunch time and carrots for dinner or the opposite. (Well actually I'm lying here. On good days we also find spinach!)

So as I said, no major surprise in discovering, once again, chick peas on the table as they pretty much are the daily staple. Just to give some ideas to those who haven't been accustomed to a chick peas diet how enjoyable that is, I've reached a point where I actually have an opinion on whether red beans are better than chick peas. God forbid, I had never known I could actually ever care, let alone care so much that coming lunch time, I would either rejoice at the view of beans or prepare to meet the adversity of one more days on peas.

Now why did I bother you with the issue of association thinking in the first place? Because the second after I thought: "Oh, lucky me, chick peas again today!", came to mind another more terrifying thought, that of the head of a dead horse, taken out of a river and filled with yummy eels (smaller greenish ones around the eyes and three black ones the length of a man's arm coming out of the mouth and ears.) The thought of it and I feel like I'm going to be sick. It's only rather unfortunate that the said head, which I read of in a book yesterday (Note: No I haven't reached the point of insanity where thoughts of dead horses' head just pop up for no reason...), decided to return right after food reached the table. Rather amusing too. Though as a result chick peas are doomed to always be associated to dead horses and eels now. Dear god...

4 Comments:

At 5:39 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yay, Babs is writing again. Now, I know that's only cos you're in MA and thus have sod all to do, specially when i'm not on skype to entertain you, but it's still entertaining to read. And reassuring to see you back at the blog. I think I need to have a teachmyself session so I can start sharing my adventures... that said, a) i'm too lazy to make time and b) not sure I'd want many of them shared...

 
At 5:47 PM, Blogger Babs said...

Yeah I'm thinking of an entry on self-inflicted censorship, with a few details on what you only talk about but would never put online, for fear of having the office burnt down/being banned forever from finding a job in the profession.

A suggestion: start a blog in Amman, just for the sake of annoying the crap out of me....

 
At 8:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

How did you know it was me? I'm 'anonymous'!!

Once you're out, we could start a group "diss the 'Stan and everything that went with it"-type blog. I'm sure there'd be loads of takers. hehehehe

 
At 8:59 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

PS - I'll only start a blog in Amman if I can restrict it to photos of my weekends at the Dead Sea, diving at the Red Sea, desert BBQs and weekend-long piss-ups in Beirut. Suit you?

 

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