Now that I live at the school I cook for myself, which requires one or two trips to the market everyday. I don't actually go to the big market because it's kind of far away and I don't want to ride my bike in the afternoon heat, so I stop at a small food stall on the side of a dusty road near my usual lunch restaurant. I usually buy a sack full of vegetables for about 25 cents. I can not bring myself to buy meat from the market because it sits out in the heat all day long covered with flies, and is on top of the table that the chickens and dogs walk all over. So, the solution is to eat chicken eggs. Eggs and coconuts are my saving grace in Cambodia. I sure miss 24 hour Safeway with its endless dairy section, bakery, and ice cream isle!This afternoon after class I bought a plastic sack full of eggs from the school and walked down to the food stand for some tomatoes. Long story short, I forgot about the eggs for a while as they were in my school bag. I got home and about half of the eggs were broken, but thankfully the plastic sack saved my books from getting warm egg goop all over my books.
I was REALLY angry at first because I wasted a whole 20 cents. But, it reminded me of this time when my sister and I were kids helping my mom carry groceries into the house from the car. I was in charge of taking in the toilet paper and Amy was supposed to get the bag full of 2 dozen eggs. Being Amy, she started hopping around like a maniac and flung the eggs over her shoulder and broke them all. My mom was so mad at her. We still won't let Amy live that one down. Kind of like the case of the missing Nike gloves (a decade long search and argument that ended last year when Amy came clean with the truth). Anyway, I wanted to tell this story and post a picture of the egg incident and say "Hey mom, remember that time Amy broke the eggs and you got really mad at her because you had to drive back to the store and buy more?"
Also, the second picture is of my transportation to and from the market and some of the purchases from last week. I needed a new broom to chase the cockroaches out of my house at night. I hate them.
3 comments:
ooooo you make me soo mad from all the way across the entire world! Let me set the story straight, Rebecca lost my Nike gloves. She admitted it to me a year ago saying that she took them from me. And as for the eggs, that was also you. I stood by watching almost peeing my pants because mom was so mad at you. Get your stories straight sis. ;)
Well, to hear Amy tell the story, it does come out a bit different. One thing is for sure, I remember a dozen or so eggs broken all over the driveway. Another fun story I remember was "The Princess and the Pea"...or wait, I mean "The Princess Amy and the Pea". And who could forget Flicka! You keep us all smiling and laughing. Love you. Miss you. Mom
Typical mom - doesnt want to pick sides ;)
I'm glad you have your brain bucket - you can always get more eggs but brains are hard to come by ...
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