In my youth I spent 2 years and some in Algeria. There, I ate Algerian food because there was nothing else. Also, there were no telephones, no internet, no nothing. So I lived like an Algerian, without the praying. Now I live in Japan and I live like a citizen of the world. I listen to English radio and read US newspapers online. I watch TV from where it should take my fancy. A friend says something stupid in Korea and I instantly hear the torrent of world abuse.
So this brings me to food. I love Japanese/ Okinawan food. But pleasure comes often through variety. I yearn sometimes for lamb, for curry, for couscous. I yearn for basmati rice, for cardamon, for cinnamon.
Lo, my learned colleague Mukhles turns me onto this site.
Based in Japan, it provides er, you know, foreign food of the Islamic bent to those who wish to indulge.
I order a whole lamb and loads of curry, couscous stuff. They ask me when I would like it to be delivered. “Thursday between 6:00 and 8:00 please.”
Japan is an amazing country. Their take on the post is totally different. Letters and stuff, especially if not addressed in Katakana are a bit random but they rely much more on the personally delivered important stuff. At this they are deadly.
To overbrim the cup of joy, the wonderful delivery, delivery guy also brings me my new bilge pump.
Thanks to Micheal for help. Japan, couscous, whole lamb, cinnamon, coriander, cumin, harrisa, bilge pump. All brought to my door.
“Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace : according to thy word.For mine eyes have seen : thy salvation,Which thou hast prepared : before the face of all people;To be a light to lighten the Gentiles : and to be the glory of thy people Israel.”
Tomorrow big adventure. Watch this space.