I think my bloggers in other words those who follow me know more than I know about blogging. Only thing I can teach certain foods I cook. That’s all. I’m not sure they are interested.
I do not have much to say.
Writing my eulogy sounds strange . Let me see what I’d want others to write. I was a nice person. My neighbors liked me. I didn’t have many friends. Ones I had didn’t have anything negative to say about me.
I did not interfere in the private lives of my friends or family. Sometimes I went out of my way to help,which was cautioned by my Dad at a very early age. I was happy doing my own thing. I loved music and didn’t mind playing the records repeatedly.
I liked reading spiritual books. Tagore, Iqbal and Ghalib were my favourite writers.
https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/01/365-days-jan. 25-dearly departed/
After eating some of the foods in London, I was not so thrilled to go to a restaurant in Montreal to have dinner. I could not decline, I was newly married and also there was a guest my husband invited for dinner. How could I spoil my husband’s excitement of tasting ‘filet mignon’ for the umpteenth time.
We were dressed up. My husband was taking us to a posh restaurant. We reached the place and were seated. My husband proudly ordered filet mignon for us . I saw the waiter bringing in a piece of meat which was served on a plate three sizes too big for the piece of meat. My husband whispered ,”You will love this, it is the most expensive piece of meat.”
Okay I thought, it doesn’t look attractive at all ,why is it so expensive?
Then it was time to start eating. I watched my husband eating, each time he sliced a piece, pure blood was gushing out. If this happened at home,I’d send it back to cook it again. I was in a restaurant, I shouldn’t think these things.
Slowly I picked up the fork and knife, to my dismay, the blood gushing out was more from my piece than my husband’s. I was completely grossed out, I was eating raw meat. I ate a quarter of it with much difficulty. I then excused myself saying I was full I couldn’t eat any more. I slid the plate to my husband and asked him to finish it. He complied with pleasure!
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