You
must be dang hell special for me to be walking over eight blocks to you. I keed.
An eight-block walk is nothing. For the sake of good food, I believe fifteen
blocks is pretty much my limit. Any further, I’d have to hitch a ride. Someone
told me that I should try some halal stand. If only everyone felt the same way,
but I can’t say no to my cravings. Now that it is summer, they are emerging
from their hideout. This isn’t a magic show, but rather a parade of some sort,
a fiesta of flavors. These food trucks lined up nicely, awaiting customers who
will be flocking any time soon.
As per
recommendation from a food review site, I went for the lamb and chicken combo.
There’s warm Basmati rice in it, the meats are topped with yoghurt and spicy
sauce to prevent dryness, and there’s a side salad of some sort. Honestly, it
wasn’t the best halal dish in the world. I’ve tasted better in NYC which made me question Americans' taste in food. Five-star ratings are overrated
in this case. But for $6 and a free soda, it wasn't not a bad lunch.
I’ve
dropped off the second pack at the post office. Just found out that I would
have to add 90 cents for a tracking number. Funny, cos I never had to pay it
the first time. Oh well, nothing is free in this world it seems. Also, I’d
rather be safe than sorry.
Magical
girls,
Vonnie S.
Vonnie S.
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