WELL – well – MEN… He was stressed out every day and then he „wanted to cheer me up“, by having been on Tuesday Market, yet instead of the whole list he only bought two items on it… Salad and fresh onions. The rest = tomatoes, green peppers, mushrooms, he had forgotten so luckily and i had been so stupid and had even printed it on an A4 paper… GREAT – why did i take that effort when he forgot everything? Well it was HIS stress not mine… The other day he came home around 13:00 hrs, slept till 15:00 hrs, got up and said: “ I have to go to the bakery. I have a delivery for a client.” He cooked a coffee and disappeared to see the news with his parents; then he came back and said: “I am too tired – have to sleep – will deliver that client tonight.” Went back to sleep and woke up around 19:00 hrs. He then stated: “I will not go anywhere, anymore I will go and watch the news.” I replied: “why watching the news, again – you have seen them already…” “No, mom had visitors, I had to stay in the room without TV (how dreadful), therefore I have to watch them now! Oh, btw; I have talked to my bro Nurheddin, he said, your swollen legs are totally normal (Really – I did not know abt that, Salah, I am not reading books (well I thought that – imagine I would have told him that… WOW)).
So he went and watched the news… Came back again, slept till 06:45 – the alarm clock had gone off at 06:00 but he did not hear it (yet I did…). I.e. he did not get up, he stretched again – but his stretching was sleeping. Well, I was unable to remain nice – so I did tell him off re: clients, service, money, making a living etc… I.e. do you call that being dutiful regarding your clients?
He had also bought some red beets, which I was cooking now. I was tired of them because they tasted like a cellar with a lot of earth in it. Yet the carrots were just AWESOME. They tasted like fruit, because of the sugar, developed by heat. I regularly ate too many of them. Felt like Bugs Bunny.
Actually I was searching for sour gherkin and/or salted herrings, I wished to cook that red beet salad fm dad for my husband with sour herrings, woah that was something! Yet the herrings we NEVER found – sour gherkins ok – but I preferred the German ones only. And those you had to be VERY lucky to find them. I had been around in one of the most expensive areas; i.e. Ben Ajour and Gergharesh (which I only call/ed Garage because every Thursday evening the showed what car they had and all used that street like a runway on a fashion show, with lots of hoots and showing off… So I called it Garage instead of Gergharesh) – yet the gherkins and the sour herrings – NOT A TRACE…
Adel S. my husband’s best friend loved my word plays, ok his English was not very good, but that joke he understood pretty well… At that time Adel suffered fm hair loss, because of a tough argument with his father. I gave him neem oil and also told him how and what to eat… Would he do it? His father and he were upset of each other because he had kicked his brothers out of his shop. Instead of working they were only showing off and taking money out of his safe… I was on his side, obviously I was the only one who was on Adel’s side. Not even Salah was with me. WOW – I did not let go of my opinion. I knew it how it was with my bro and working in the workshop of my dad – he also was showing off, I am the son of the boss… BRILLIANT ATTITUDE…
Well Ladies and Gentlemen in Libya hate veggies and fruit. If then only the “total normal” ones; i.e. tomatoes, zucchini, peppers, onions, garlic, eggfruit and maybe fennel… that was all. Fruit: bananas, apples and dates.
They also eat apricots, peaches and almonds. Yet: pineapples, prunes (they had prunes, imagine), guavas, kiwis and mangos – no, they did not like it. Which I cannot understand till today!
During the season they had pomegranates, oranges, lemon, mandarins – never speak abt grapefruit, they called grapefruit shifshi (and that meant with other words: it is totally inedible and worthless). Ok they had two types of that grapefruit; one was really inedible the other one was delicious. Yet can you change a country? I can only change myself Eye-wink

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