I have never understood the attraction of dried fish, also known as Shutki. I know Europeans had their silly sausages like salami smoked and have things dried in the old days before there were refrigerators, but in today’s day and age, why? I have also tried small morsels of dried fish in Malaysian or Indonesian dishes, Balachan I think they call it. Or anchovies- I tried them here at convert brother’s house and quite liked them. It’s small and not too overpowering, but having a whole, big stinking fish choking the entire residents of a household. Please, tell me why, why, why? My husband wants me to do it to remind him of his mother in Bangladesh. They all want their wives to be versions of their mother, don’t they?
It was very interesting to go to Friday prayer on the day of Easter celebrations. Of course, there was the usual sermon on how we shouldn’t get too excited by Christian celebrations or give our children Easter eggs. Of course the sheikh probably has no idea what good chocolate is and I promptly bought some Easter eggs made of dark chocolate on the way home. I don’t have children yet- although I admit we have started trying- but how can you stop your kids from getting interested in the Easter bunny or Santa Claus? You don’t have a chance when it is on ever shop corner or every other advertisement on television. If the mullahs are so worried about these Christian celebrations, why don’t you come with your own character to take on the Christian ones, perhaps a Ramadan rhinoceros called Yasser or a Hajj hippopotamus. That will get the kids interested. Right now, you don’t stand a chance trying to offer dates and prunes when Santa is offering remote control cars and video games.
My husband is pressuring me to look for a job, maybe at a supermarket or convenience store. It is hard because I have never worked a day in my life. We had a servant of course in Dhaka and a driver. Most of my friends just got fat from not doing anything. At least I went for a walks inside my cantonment residence. I once fried an egg, but almost got burnt in the process. I have learnt all that since migrating overseas, but gee it’s hard work. At least the servants in my house got paid- I get nothing for washing the dishes, cleaning the clothes and preparing food. I don’t mind going odd jobs, but am worried about customers becoming angry if I do something wrong. I can be grumpy too so worry I won’t be to say “Have a nice day”, “How are you”….all that faltoo crap you have to say in these jobs.