Kebab-Fest

Imagine a table, covered with newspapers like you were about to eat crabs, with large circles of naan overlapping on top, making a fluffy bread tablecloth. On top of that? Big chunks of lamb. Some on the bone, some off, with delicious juice soaking into the bread. On the side of the table are bowls of yogurt sauce and a tomato/chili sauce, and extra bread for those who are squeamish about eating the bread that has been touching the newspaper.

This was my lunch, at work!

Speaking of work, it is going really well. I am a bit overwhelmed with resumes right now, there are so many qualified people in Kabul! I haven't started the interview process in full swing yet, but I am looking forward to getting these positions staffed up.

I am moving into one of our office guest houses tomorrow, which will be a nice change of pace. The hotel is definitely comfortable, but pretty impersonal, and I am REALLY getting sick of the same breakfast over and over again. Depending on what is for breakfast at the guest house (they have live-in cooks,) I might buy a box of US cereal to mix it up. There are grocery stores that sell everything you could imagine, with better selection than I found even in Chile. They have Barilla pasta, Cocoa Crispies, Frappuccinos. It is very weird.

I am in love with Alakazoy tea, it is just about the only tea that anyone drinks and they drink a lot of it. I already bought a box to bring home with me. I am already getting sick of the two or three Afghan-appropriate dresses I brought, so I am going shopping this Friday for a few new outfits.

Well that is about all for now, I am writing on my lunch break still trying to digest the Kebab-fest. Good times.

Love you all,
Anna