Friday, December 30, 2011
Update 10: December 30th
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Thursday, December 29, 2011
Update 9: December 29th
Mado was originally an ice cream shop. The menu told us all about how the ice cream was made from snow. It was an interesting story and made us need to try it. Shownim got a banana split (which came with apple slices and orange slices) and Tayna, Alan and I shared 4 scoops of ice cream (plain, chocolate, piscatio, and caramel). It had a stickier texture than what you find in the states, but it had a great flavor. We were done and asked for the check. Three men were sitting at the table next to us. I saw them talking to our waiter and motioning towards us. Instead of bringing us the bill, he asked if we wanted tea. We said no, just the bill. He came back with tea and cookies on the house. It seems the men own the restaurant and wanted an excuse to talk to us. Tanya thinks it is because they heard me speaking in English and they wanted to talk to me. They asked us where we were from. Tanya said we were from Erbil. They asked me where I was from. I said Colorado. I forgot that I should have just said the US because states mean very little here. He took that to mean that I was also from Erbil. He explained that he was from Latvia. I think he wanted to keep talking, but he got a phone call and we ignored them until we were able to leave. You have to be very careful here. It is not like the states where any girls can talk to any boy. You have to keep everything proper. I am a married woman, so I don't think it is as strict for me, but I don't know the rules well. I think I just need to resist all of my natural instincts and I will be ok.
Pictures: December 28th
Update 8: December 28th "Can a popsicle move?"
Good morning. I have succumbed to the cold that Alan had. I am a little stuffy, there is some tightness in my throat and I have a headache. I hope that once we get moving I will feel better.
Yesterday was a much needed, low key day. We started the morning on official government business. We went to the Erbil Telecom Company to reactivate the DSL coming to the house. Now the wireless router that we bought should be able to work. It does work sometimes, but constantly needs to be restarted. Mom and Dad, it reminds me of being at your house when we have to unplug and plug in that cable to make the Internet work. The building was completely run down. It was dark and dirty. It looked like nothing had been remodeled since maybe the 50s. While government buildings in the states would have a picture of Obama, this office had a picture of Mustafa Barzani, the “godfather” of the modern Kurdish struggle. He was dressed in traditional Kurdish clothes and wielding a gun. He looked like a warrior. We were able to reactivate the DSL easily, and went on our way.
One of the main Erbil post offices was next door. We went in to see if the package that my parents sent might be there. My mom found the tracking information, but they do not list anything after saying it left New Jersey and that was over two weeks ago. The postal worker said that it was not there and that it may be at any number of other post offices. We will need to drive to each one and ask. Shayan told me that they will hold it for a certain amount of time, then send it back to the states if it is not claimed. So Mom, it may be heading back to you.
Mohammed was flying back to the Denver yesterday, so we drove over to see him. Alan and I will be seeing him in a week when we get back home, but it was much harder to say good bye for everybody else. It was a nice visit. The conversation moved to famous religious sites in Jordan. Tara would say that the same stories are probably in the bible that are mentioned in the Koran. I read the bible freshman year of college for a class, but I do not remember much. I was embarrassed for them to discover the level at which I am not religious. I know that religion means a lot to Alan’s family, so I am an oddity. However, I think it is really the only way to make a marriage between a Catholic-Jew and a Muslim work. J You can’t focus too much on the details.
We went home for a wonderful lunch. Shownim and Tanya made biryani, a rice dish with a lot of spices, ground beef and raisins. Alan usually serves it with a chicken curry. They made a lamb curry, instead. It was so good. We started with a soup made with bulgur wheat in a tomato sauce. They do not consider it a soup. If Rachel Ray was here, then she would probably call it a “stoup,” which is somewhere between an stew and a soup due to its thickness. I am always so pleased that everyone is so good at seasoning. There is always the right amount of salt and the right amount of spices. It is a culinary experience that I really wish my parents could be sharing with me. Mom and Dad, you would just love the food. Feel free to be jealous. J
After lunch, I took some time to finish my blog entry from yesterday and we relaxed for a while. Tanya was taking us to dinner at TCHE TCHE, a Jordanian restaurant that serves American-style food. Dinner is served late here, so at 5pm I decided that a short afternoon nap was needed. I know, I am breaking my note to self from earlier. It is cold outside, which is making inside cold as well. I cannot seem to get warm enough. Getting under the covers and napping sounded like the best answer. The 20 minute cat nap became a 2 hour full nap because Alan came to bed as well. At 7pm we knew we had to get up for dinner. Alan took off the covers and a blast of cold air entered. Alan said that I needed to get out of bed. I said, “Can a popsicle move?” We laughed so hard. It became our new favorite phrase for the evening.
TCHE TCHE is also a Hookah bar. When we came in, the waiter told us to choose a table in the empty family section. Why would three people in their 30s need to sit in the family section? We all found it weird, but went back there anyway. The menu was cool with its concept mapping style. The problem was that they do not have most of the things on the menu. Tanya wanted a lemon-mint soda. They had the lemon, but no mint. Alan wanted a Ferrero Roche milkshake, but that was no Ferrero Roche. I was the only one who was able to get the Pepsi I wanted, so we all got Pepsi. I did not luck out with my choice in dinner. I wanted a spicy chicken sandwich. There was no spicy chicken. I got a steak sandwich with halloumi cheese instead. Alan got a cheese burger. Tanya ordered a club sandwich because this one had no bacon, unlike the states. All of the dishes were ok, but nothing to rave about. This was my first time trying halloumi cheese. It looks and kind of tastes like the egg whites of a hard-boiled egg. The potato wedges that came with my sandwich were the best part by far. They had great seasoning with a nice crispy outside and a warm, soft inside. They were much better than the fries that Alan and Tanya got. We ordered the Chocolate Land icecream sundae for dessert. I am posting the picture for you to see the menu: chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Much to our surprise, there was a soup of chocolate ice cream that arrived with canned-mixed fruit and no whipped cream. So weird! I scooped out all of the fruit into the ashtray and we used straws to drink our chocolate sundae. At least the chocolate ice cream was really yummy.
Side Note: Alan and Mahir just told me that the reason we were placed in the family section is because we were girls and most of the people sitting at the front of the restaurant were men. Apparently, the men would have looked at us. Alan would have had to be our protector, looking at them saying, “I see the way you are looking at my sister and my wife and you better STOP right now!” We didn’t want to cause a scandal.
When we were eating, Shayan called to say that Renwar (Reno) had arrived home from Germany and wanted to see us after dinner. Alan had already said that dinner was interrupting our nap, so going on a family visit at 9:30 at night did not sound like a good idea. When Alan told Tanya that we did not want to go, Reno demanded to talk to Alan. Reno must be very persuasive because we were soon on our way to their house.
Reno is the younger brother of Tawar, Kosar and Shayan. He already has him medical degree and is now specializing in southern Germany. Reno is full of energy and was every excited to be home. He was so funny.
Side Note: Reno was hurt that I said my blog was only being read in four countries. I need to send a shout out to Germany because Reno was reading it while he was there. In my defense, I really didn’t know. J
It was great to see all of the cousins together. We decided to play Uno. They had me practice my numbers and colors in Kurdish as part of the game. I now know four colors: sore (red), sheen (blue), kesk (green) and zard (yellow). You have to roll the r, which I can’t do. Therefore, yellow and I are not friends. The numbers I remember are yek (one), pentz (five), no (nine) and beast (twenty). The cousins were having so much fun and were so playful. Tanya later said that you just need to give them some cards and it is like they are 15 years old again. It was touching.
Today we are going to the mall. There are malls EVERYWHERE! They say we are going to one of the best malls, so I will report back later. Reno wants to hang out again tonight, but we have Shownim’s aunt coming to visit for dinner with her son and his fiancé. It should be a good day as long as this head cold stays under control.
Hope you are all doing well. Love, Megan & Habibi
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Update 7: December 27th
Yesterday was a very good day filled with family. Alan has so many relatives! He has 25 cousins just on his dad’s side! I tried to make a family tree once, but there were so many people that I got overwhelmed. Now that I have faces for almost all of the names, I am thinking of trying again. I can’t help but compare this to my family. My parents have a total of five siblings and I have a total of nine cousins. We are spread all over the US in Washington, Illinois and Georgia. I did not grow up with any of my relatives around me, other than my dad’s mom later on. It is so different here. Family is everywhere. It is so nice to watch the strong bonds they share. I feel lucky to now be part of this large network of loving people.
Our first visit was to the house of Inaam, Alan’s aunt and the wife of Mahir’s step-brother. She was full of energy when teasing Alan that he has been in America for far too long and that he should have come back much sooner. She was full of smiles towards me. Alan’s young cousin, Hassan, came inside during our visit. He saw me and quickly hid to the side of the door. A few seconds later, I saw his little face peek around the door. He saw I was looking and ducked away again. We kept telling him to come in, but he resisted. This seems to be a common trend I have seen with the cousins. They all seem to be shy. The aunts tell me that they all go to English schools and learn almost all subjects in English. They even speak almost all English when they are with their friends. However, they don’t speak English with their families even when they ask. They also did not want to practice their English with me. Most were too shy to talk to me at all. As we were living, Alan translated that she thinks I look a lot like her. I agreed. We have the same skin tone and similar soft features. Apparently, this has been a comment frequently mentioned among the relatives. They have been saying that there is no way I am foreign because I look so much like Mahir’s mom’s side of the family. She had light skin and blond hair. Maybe we have a common ancestor in the distant past.
Our second visit was to Alan’s aunt and uncle, Nezhet and Mohammed. Their daughter, Vian, was in town with her husband Ali. Vian and Ali are doctors that live in Manchester, England. They have lovely accents and it was nice to have a conversation in English for a while. They showed us pictures of their granddaughter and invited us to their son’s wedding in England. The traditional engagement event is in May and the wedding itself is in August. Unfortunately, one is right before finals and the other is right at the beginning of the school year. England is too far away for just a weekend trip. I told them that Alan may be able to get away, but I don’t think it would be possible for me. The house was beautiful. I have already posted a picture of it from the balcony overlooking the sitting room. I have more pictures of the layout that I will post when I get home and we have a faster connection speed.
It was now time for lunch. Aunts Sharmin and Faryal had invited us over for Kufftah, the dumpling soup that I had on my first day here. Lunch is no small affair. It is the main meal, but still larger than any main meal we have for dinner. I think I eat at least twice as much here. People keep telling me to eat more. I don’t want to act as if I do not appreciate their hospitality, so I always eat more. I am lucky my clothes still fit! ☺ You will have to look at the pictures of the lunch, if you have not done so already. It was a lot more that a casual lunch of soup! I forgot to take pictures of dessert, but there were also at least four different types of dessert to go with our tea.
Joining us for lunch were Sharmin, Faryal, Namir, Araz, Tawar, Kosar, Mahir, Tanya, and Shayan. The new addition to the party (to me) was Alan’s cousin, Leezan, and her three daughters, Dunya, Danya and Deema. Deema is only a year old and I had to go talk to her as soon as she came in with Danya. Dunya and Danya had been too shy to talk to me earlier. I got Danya to open up a little bit when I asked her questions about Deema. There is a picture already posted of Alan and I with Leezan, Dunya and Deema. Apparently, Danya used to have a big crush on Alan before he left. She was too shy to talk to him here. We need to hang out more, so they know we are not scary at all. I hope that can happen before the very end of our visit. We still have eight more days.
We left the family house for another compound of family houses of cousins Awat, Awreng, Sarok and Rashid (Rasho). Mahir, Tanya, Alan and I were escorted into a very large sitting room. The large room was needed and was soon filled with new faces. Rasho is married to Vian, and they have four daughters: Shem, Shara (my new BFF), Sharmin, and Danya. Shara is taking chemistry. I was known in the house already as “the chemistry teacher.” Namir called the girls that told them to come and to bring their science books with them! It was time to tutor! Most of the girls were shy, but Shara loves strangers and foreigners. We got along well from the start. I taught her about my reaction type square dancing, which really helped her remember the reaction types. We talked about how some reactions are BOTH synthesis and combustion. I made her get paper, so we could practice balancing. I told her that she needs to use Heather’s strategy of using different color Skittles to represent the different elements, so she can picture what these numbers mean and what the molecules look like. She doesn’t like Skittles, but she like M & Ms. I told her that she can do her homework and then eat them as a reward! ☺ Tanya told me later that they pay tutors $10,000 per student and a session usually has 4 to 5 students. They think I should come back this summer to be a tutor. They have promised me constant air conditioning and a lot of money. I will have to think about that. It is $6000 just for Alan and I to fly over. I doubt it will happen, but it was nice to be asked.
Instead of tea or coffee, sugar-free hot chocolate was served with icy cold pieces of chocolate. It was a yummy way to pass the time. Towards the end of our visit, we were taken to the family house still under construction in the compound. The roof has amazing views that I have posted pictures of already. The skyline is beautiful with all of the lights. Vian really wants to make a cheesecake. The thing called cheesecake at the Lebanese bakery tasted nothing like cheesecake. I shared the link for the recipe my mom and I use with Shara on Facebook and she is giving it to her mom. I have heard that sour cream is hard to find here, so we may have to play around with the ingredients. While we were roof, I saw a cat running along another part of the roof. I get so excited when I see a cat. There are strays all over the streets. There is a cat that the family feeds. They do not take the cat to the vet, but they thought it was ok for me to pet. That cat was so tiny and skinny. She ran towards me, but would not come close. I called out, “Wedda Pasheela,” which means “come here kitty.” The pasheela did not wedda. Sad. I don’t think I will have another opportunity to pet a cat while I am over here. I am missing Topo a lot.
Side note: Alan and I are arguing about the spelling of “come here.” I hear it as “wedda.” I know that when I say “wedda,” Alan says that I am saying it correctly. The problem is that Alan thinks it should be spelled, “warra” where you have to roll your r. I can’t make this sound at all. If you are American and pronounce it my way, then you will be saying it correctly. Do not worry. However, if you are middle eastern, then you probably think I am as crazy as Alan does right now. This means that you know how to roll your r’s and can say it Alan’s way. Mom, you are the speech therapist. Please give your expert opinion. You know how to roll your r’s.
We got back to Alan’s house in time for dinner. That is right. We are always eating. Good thing that the food is always so yummy. We had leftovers from Christmas dinner. It was light and casual. It was a quiet evening at home, watching TV and relaxing. It was a good end to a good day.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
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Update 6: December 26th
Good morning. There is not as much to report from yesterday because I just slept for about 13 hours! We got home from lunch/dinner at Tara’s house at 6:30pm. I had been falling asleep there and even a big cup of tea did not seem to help wake me up. I think the house the perfect combination of sleepy qualities. I had been cold when we got to Tara’s and got surrounded by warm shawls. I was now warm, well fed, and listening to people talking in soft, soothing voices in a language I don’t understand. I decided I would just go to sleep as we got in. I tried to stay up as Alan read my blog entry from yesterday, but I can’t remember if I even got through that. I slept in the same position for 13 hours. My neck hurts a little bit this morning, but otherwise the sleep has done wonders. I feel that I may have finally kicked this jet lag.
Ok, time to describe yesterday.
A large SUV picked us up around 11am. Sarteeb sent his driver to take us to the office. It is a new office and we were the first family members to get a tour since it was completed. It is such a fancy office! Everything is stainless steel and nice wood. There are large flat screen TVs everywhere. Sarteeb is the epitome of the powerful businessman. He took us into an office that had beautiful replicas of Iraqi historical structures on the bookcases. He told Alan that we could choose one to take as a gift. I hesitated to take one. In response, he told us to take two. Mom and Dad, you will love these. They remind me of all of the special objects that grandma used to bring back from her travels around the world. You can expect one in the mail when we get back to the states. You can add it to grandma’s display cabinet.
After choosing our gifts, we joined Sarteeb, Tanya and Mohammed in Sarteeb’s office. His secretary brought us tiny cups of sweetened Turkish coffee. It is so strong! My tummy was still upset, so I drank very little. Sarteeb sent for his man in charge of advertising to show us the latest commercial for the chicken. They are working on brand recognition right now. While Sarteeb was out of the room, the four of us brainstormed marketing ideas. The Iraqi youth seem to be obsessed with gangsta rap. There is graffiti everywhere here. Most of it is in Arabic writing, but at the Citadel I saw “50 CENT” written in large letters. We said that Sarteeb should hire rappers to make commercials that look like rap music videos where 50 Cent and Snoop Dog rap about the yummy chicken. This led to lots of laughter.
The plan was to drive south of Erbil to visit the poultry empire. I can’t think of another term to describe that I saw. The whole company is self-contained and (to my understanding) soon to be the largest poultry company in Iraq. Their only real competition is by companies in other countries. They have the breeder chickens to lay the eggs. They have a hatchery to incubate the eggs. They raise the broiler chickens to the exact weight needed to slaughter and sell. The have a factory for slaughtering and cleaning the broilers when they reach the right weight. They have another factory for making egg cartons for the eggs produced to sell. Everything needed is produced on site. It is very impressive. There are armed security guards at the gates to the compounds. There are guns all over the place as I have traveled around the city. They are not small hand guns that you see police officers using in the states. They are BIG, scary looking guns. I guess all guns are scary. It is just weird to see them.
As we pulled up to the new office building at the compound, Sarteeb got a phone call from his wife, Nayab. Nayab talked to me on the phone. She has been reading the blog and feels left out because she is in Jordan.
So Nayab, here is a paragraph just for you! J Nayab is Alan’s aunt and Shownim’s sister. She lives in Jordan with her three children, Omar, Lana and Zaineb. I met Omar and Lana at Tanya’s graduation from Vanderbilt University in Nashville. Omar and Lana go to school in Canada and are home in Jordan for Christmas break. Nayab really wants to meet me. She was right when she said that by the end of the trip, I will have met almost all of the family. I will only be missing Nayab and Zaineb, and Alan’s family that lives in Sweden. Alan had tried to convince Nayab and the cousins to come to Erbil while we were here, but Omar and Lana have too short of a break from school for extra travel. However, I am now a part of this family for life. There will be more visits in the future and I know we will meet then. Nayab was so nice and friendly on the phone. She has wonderful English, which made talking to each other easy. I look forward to meeting her in the future.
Hearing that Nayab is reading the blog made me feel somewhat like a famous journalist. I have been writing this to let people back in the states know how I am doing. However, I have realized that people here are also reading it to see how their home is being portrayed. Maybe I can help with Sarteeb’s brand recognition when my blog becomes famous and Hollywood starts calling me.
EAT AL-SHAMAL CHICKEN! J
Sarteeb let us go meet the broiler chicken during feeding time. I was worried about breathing in anything from the chickens, so we all got decked out with shoe covers, lab coats, gloves, hairnets, and face masks. I would have loved some lab goggles as well, but I didn’t want to sound pushy. I think it was the chemist in me that always feels safer wearing lab goggles. The person in charge of running the compound spoke very good English. He looked directly at me as he described the science that goes into raising the chicken based on the exact guidelines set for healthy chicken. Sarteeb prides himself on doing everything in the best way possible. I thanked the man so explaining everything so well for me in English. I felt like I was being treated like a foreign investor… or maybe that famous journalist again! J
EAT AL-SHAMAL CHICKEN!
After the tour, Sarteeb drove us back to Tara’s house for lunch. Lunch is usually served around 2pm, but we did not get there until closer to 3:30pm. Driving to and from the chicken compound was an experience. I have mentioned that the traffic is crazy. I should take a video to show the insanity. People make their own lanes. There are no stop signs, so people barely slow to make a turn onto another street. I just grit my teeth, hold on tight and hope for the best. There is nothing else to do.
Tara’s house is in a section of town called Dollar-ville because rich people live there. It used to be called Frog-ville because the only thing that lived there were frogs. The house is beautiful! I told Lara that she is so lucky because it looks like she is living in a museum. I went around and took pictures of the furniture, the light fixtures and the art work. It was so opulent and striking. I loved it all.
Lunch was fantastic. We started with a soup called Kufftat Ajam, which means Persian Kufftah. It was similar to the Kufftah dumplings that we had the first day here, but rather than having the beef surrounded by a rice shell, here the beef and rice were mixed to make the dumpling/meatball. It was so yummy. This was followed by black rice with tabouleh and a bean stew. I don’t think that I explained black rice when I mentioned it earlier in the blog. For those of you that have not had the pleasure of eating black rice before, it is rice and chicken that are cooked in a sauce of pomegranate molasses. The molasses you can buy in the states tastes sweeter and tangier to me than the ones I have tried here. Alan makes this at home with a lot more sauce. So far, the ones I have tried here are cooked to be drier. They are both good, but I think I refer Alan’s version. The rice Tara made was better because it had the perfect texture. It’s not too hard. It’s not too soft. It is just right.
Traditionally, black rice is served with beans. The bean stew had white beans in a tomato sauce. They had been cooked for a long time with chunks of beef that were so nice and tender. I ate my bean stew with the tabouleh, which added a nice amount of acid to the stew from the lemon juice. The parsley in the tabouleh makes the salad taste so nice and fresh. It was much better than a majority of the tabouleh that you can find in the states.
Let’s talk dessert. During dinner, I had noticed a cute chocolate cake on the counter. It was decorated with a smiley face in white and pink frosting and covered in sprinkles. It looked great. Shownim started cutting into it. Tara asked if I wanted cake or if I wanted Kanaffa. Kanaffa is my favorite dessert of all time. It is made with a cheese custard that is covered in shredded philo dough and drenched in honey and rose water. Tanya recommended that we look at both and then decide. Tara brought out a dish of something that looked like chocolate pudding. I was pretty confused because I thought she was bringing out the Kanaffa. I said that this is not like the Kanaffa that I am used to in the states. She had actually brought out a chocolate mousse with layers of bananas and cookies. The Kanaffa soon followed. What does a girl do when she has three yummy desserts staring up at her? How is she to choose? Here the choice is simple. Eat them all. That is exactly what I did. The Kanaffa was absolutely wonderful. It was not as sweet as the ones that I have had before, meaning that it is light enough to where I could eat a lot more of it. This is dangerous… very dangerous.
I was full. I was warm. I was happy. It was time to sleep. J