Extream Couscous
I’ve not got round to telling you about how my meal with the muslim family went…many people have asked so here we go.
Imagine a small room, television Algeria blaring out, a 84 year old grandma going a bit potty and talking in Arabic to the TV and waving at the presenters, another lady with her prayer beads doing her daily prayers out loud in Arabic and in between shouting army-like french cooking instructions to the kitchen, a another woman coming in to complain about the instrtuctions and to ease the embarrasement of an argument in front of a guest they argue in Arabic, ’so I won’t understand’. The husband is trying and failing to get a word in anywhere. In the midst of all this I am trying to give their son an english lesson when he evidently wants to go and watch the UFA cup match. Hmmm. Not the most relaxing scenario.
Anyway, the food arrives - which is yummy! (But as with all north African food, it does crazy things to my digestion 2 hours later.)
We talked about heaven and what we think it is.
I am invited back and told next time she’ll give me an arab style dress!!
