Arabic class in the morning, more strange gammer. I'm becoming addicted to cappacino. Anyway, most of the time I was fretting over cooking dinner. I'd only followed recipes before, and never cooked for more than six people, and here I am in a foreign country, not guaranteed the necessary ingredients, with different measures of quantity and temperature, cooking for 13 people, including my host family and my professor. Needless to say, I was stressed. I also ran out of minutes on my cell phone in the midst of a conversation with my mom in NJ over how to cook the main dish for the evening. After lecture I returned home and went over my shopping list. Jennifer was feeling ill, so I went to the Monoprix with my host sister, Besma, my shopping list, my minimal
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