One evening Jon and I ate dinner over at Michael's house.
I
remember that Michael was playing JETLINER and FLY LIKE AN EAGLE by
the Steve Miller band..."Time keeps on slipping into the
future.”
These
songs seemed to be about our adventure in Afghanistan.
As
Jon was applying some butter to his naan,
he
remarked how we would all be"lucky to get out of OUT OF
AFHANISTAN alive"; and then just as he took the first bite
of his bread, he said,
"I'll
be *###*! What in the hell is this?"
It
turned out to be a shoestring embedded in his nan.
Michael
chuckled, but I laughed loudly.
All
Jon could say was, "What's next?"
The
extra ingredient was not a mistake.
The
naan bakery-stand probably wanted to play a joke on Jon, since they
knew him as one of their steady khareji [foreigner] customers.
I
always looked forward to the ritual of buying my nan each day.
I
spoiled myself, and I would wait a little longer for a hot slice
fresh-out-of-the-oven pit.
Nan is shaped like a snowshoe.
It
is made from flour and water (and sometimes some charcoal pieces that
slip in from the ovenpit).
I
never had a shoestring in my naan.
IT'S
ABOUT RENEWABLE
RESOURCES AND NAAN
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