I'm going to cook my way into your heart!!

So if you have been wondering what happen after Mr. Morocco Cooked me dinner that night? Well let me just say it included a whole lot more tea drinking……lol….. Yes! More drinking tea! So after about 30 more cups I thought maybe I should try to move this along by inviting him to dinner; at this point I felt that if he says “No” then we are done drinking tea, but if he says “Yes” then maybe we can start drinking tea at the house instead of the shop in Medina. Here is a little informational note about me: I have always loved the idea of being barefoot in the kitchen, naked and pregnant. The whole concept of wives do wife stuff at home and men do man stuff at work, is one that sat very comfortable in my mind. The only problem is I was not born in the born in the 1800’s.  Being the oldest daughter in a traditional Choctaw/Muslim family, I was trained very early on how to run a house hold, in case something happened to my mom and I had to take care of my siblings. By the time I was 13 I was working 2 jobs, paying bill, budget shopping, washing, cleaning, and cooking 5 course dinners. When I was about 14 I had this crazy crush on this guy who would come over twice a week to catch a ride to theater practice with us. I was so head over heels for him; I overheard the older woman talking about a way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so I thought I have this in the bag because I am a wonderful cook. So twice a week when I knew he was going to come over I would cook the most elaborate meals. He barely noticed it; the only people that got all excited were my older brothers and their friends. I remember they would be eating and laughing saying “this is not going to work; he is not going to marry you because you are a great cook… But we will!!..lol”  I remember thinking ‘I would not marry yall stinky butts’…lol…And they were right he did not marry me. Those women forgot to mention that the idea of cook your way into a man’s heart is so old school; new school could care less, they are just as happy eating McDonald's and living in a funk dungeon. So for a woman like me with a boat load of domestic skills would either have to marry a man in his 60’s or a man from another country? Well lucky for me I am in another country!!!
 
So I asked Mr. Morocco if I could cook him dinner, and he said “yes”.  So I prepared a Sautéed fish dish, with onions, tomatoes, green peppers, red peppers and yellow peppers, on a bed of Basmati rice. I can’t even front, I out did myself. When he saw the food he was like “wow, this is beautiful” but when he started eating his face got a bit red and he guzzled down a few glasses of water, when he came up for air he asked me is my food always this spicy….. “What!! Really dude!” I was thinking. I had to add hot chili peppers to my plate….lol… But he was sweet and finished the food and a ½ gallon of water….After a super spicy dinner I invited him into the living room for some coffee and dessert. He sat on one end of the couch and I sat on the other end, we talked, laughed and eat. An hour or so later I let out a yawn,( mostly because dinners start at about 9pm here) then he hopped up and  said “ I can see that you are tired, I will go” just like that. I walked him to the door thinking that maybe we might have our first kiss, but no, a hand shake and a smile is all he had offered me…. But later that night I did receive another text stating that he and a wonderful time, and he hoped that we could do it again sometime.  The real funny thing is if this was in America this situation would have had its introduction, it’s high, it’s low, and it’s finish by now.  This is the cutest thing I have experienced since I was a kid, I am really enjoying that feeling of innocence again…… To be continued….