Sabi Fried Rice

Today I took the MOH licensing exam. It was pretty brutal in there. We started at 9:15 sharp (arabic time, that is ;) It was all computerized, no papers, no erasers. Just 94 mouse clicks away from sealing your destiny. I have no idea how I did. Medical exams are elusive by nature, and tricky. I am still sending some prayers up, just in case.

After I got home I was so wiped out that my neighbor, Sabi, suggested I cook something easy for dinner. "Here" she said, "I have some leftover rice. You can use it. Do you have an onion? I have an onion you can use." As she spoke she started handing me items from her side of the kitchen. Next thing I knew, I was chopping Sabi's onion and she was heating some oil in my pan. "Do you have an egg?" she asked. I replied that I didn't and she was off to fetch one from her refrigerator. She helped me choose some seasoning: tumeric, rosemary, cumin, chili powder, and a dash of salt. A delightful aroma wafted up from the hot oil. "We leave the onion a little firm for this, now break in the egg." I obediently cracked the egg and scrambled it with the onion and spices. Then we turned down the heat and stirred in Sabi's leftover steamed rice.

I looked at her and smiled. "You do realize that you provided all the ingredients for my dinner? It reminds me of "nail soup." She hadn't heard that old fairy tale, so I told her the story. See this link for a lovely version of "Nail Soup." http://mewlop.blogspot.com/2009/08/nail-soup-adult-fairy-story.html

Sabi laughed and said "It was my pleasure!" We enjoyed the yummy rice, it really hit the spot!