Friday, October 10, 2008

Fridays are for couscous

The knocking began around 6:10 pm today. I was busy trying to get my class's wiki in order, and since I wasn't expecting anyone, decided not to answer the door. When the second round of knocking began 15 minutes later, I knew it wasn't just someone trying to sell me something.

My concierge was there, motioning me to lock my door and follow her upstairs. She handed me a lovely plate of couscous and admonished me for not answering the door the first time. The plate had cooled off in the interim.

Today is Friday, the day of the week most sacred to Muslims -- Friday prayers at noon time are similar to the Sunday services that I knew growing up Catholic. Friday is also the traditional day to eat and share couscous. I don't have the heart to tell her that I'm vegetarian and that this otherwise very tempting meal is going to be wasted on me because of the few slivers of meat that were added to flavor the vegetables.

At least I know that she likes chocolate. Guess I'll be out buying chocolate tomorrow and furtively ditching the couscous in the dumpster on the next block over. At least a few of Agdal's many feline residents might be able to make a meal of it.

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