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[riontel]

N. accidentally provided me with the best Valentine's day story in years. He had to stay over at his folks for a couple of days. They have a woman who helps around the house, including cooking. She made some mahamri for everybody on Saturday. Mahamri is a coconut based Kenyan variation on a universally favored idea of fried dough. Terribly bad for you but very tasty. According to N., mahamri came out delicious, just like back home, and he thoughtfully saved some for me. Since he came home empty handed I assumed he managed to forget them behind, but no. Apparently, on Saturday night, or rather Sunday morning, around 2am, unable to sleep and feeling hungry N. suddenly remembered the remaining treats. He reasoned that I wouldn't want all five pieces and ate one. Then he decided that three pieces would be enough for me, since I don't generally approve of fried foods, and had another... "And then there was just one left and I couldn't bring you just the one, so I ate it." Well, as they say, it's the thought that counts.

Comments

[ingwall.livejournal.com]

Ну вот представь себе, что он их всё-таки привёз. Пришлось бы есть!

[efimpp.livejournal.com]

а еще представь, что он привез бы, показал, а потом цинично сожрал ночью из вашего холодильника.

[riontel.livejournal.com]

Он бы не рискнул, у него хорошо развито чувство самосохранения.

[riontel.livejournal.com]

Да, это было бы действительно ужасно.