It's Friday morning and we have the day off, we are still getting used to weekends starting on Thursday night. As many of you know our days off are Friday and Sunday, creating a quasi-weekend. The reasoning is Friday is the primary day off in the Middle East, but the Christian population also wants Sunday off. So we've exchanged contiguous days off for Sunday, not sure I'd make the deal but nobody asked me.
Today we are going to have lunch with some of our neighbors, an Iraqi couple from Baghdad. We've been advised that they love chocolate chip cookies so we set out last night to acquire the ingredients. After much searching we concluded that chocolate chips are just not sold in our neighborhood and we settled for M&M's.
The final ingredient was butter, which I did not know the word in Arabic for. I could describe that it was from a cow, but not milk or cheese, and that it was used for cooking (I don't know how to say bake) cakes and cookies. The store owners, a bit confused, showed me a stack of 10 different cheeses, confident that this is what I wanted. I explained it's not cheese, but something different. An exclamation was then made as they now knew what I wanted. They took me to another cooler, full of mozzarella cheese. I explained that this was also cheese, at least in English, and they took me to their last cooler.....full of cheese.
We had given up on the butter when I saw ten sticks buried in the last cheese cooler! Moral of the story, if you want cheese in Amman you're in luck.
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