What I Can Do

Whenever I’m getting ready to eat my cat is always at my feet and the stove, I am
always tripping over him and swearing at him. Nevertheless, he is such a funny creature, like
how many cats can eat artichokes correctly. After all, when my husband cooks in the kitchen, it
smells of strong erotic spices from what I have incorrectly called the Middle East, but I refer to
it as South Asian. I didn’t know the difference and was embarrassed to realize I was referring to
an actual incontinent incorrectly. No matter how hard I try, I will never be able to reproduce his
best dishes, but then he does benefit from spending most of his life in Pakistan where we get
our special spices. I bet you are wondering, but to my surprise, it was not difficult to find a
decent ethnic grocery store where all you need is to look at the yellow pages. They have a novel
and the idea that you wouldn’t believe how fresh and inexpensive the foods at these stores are
when we shop at our favorite store rhythms of India and the owners know us.  They often
encourage us to buy the most recent shipment of goat meat because I wasn’t crazy about that
curry, but love makes you do crazy things like happily married people where everywhere we
compromise. When it is about something important, we talk and sometimes agree to disagree
though we got to be ourselves right.