Flea market is an enterprise in creativity. I believe it exists as a reminder of what an amazing amount of junk we possess. It encourages you to hoard.
I was going to eat Kushari again. I had nothing against Egyptian staple of rice, lentils and macaroni, but I had been living off it for the past week and wanted a little surprise in my plate.
My refrigerator looks like a small store of exotic items. Kitchen drawers are bursting with knives, cutters, measuring cups. The cabinets are filled with woks, saucepans and ceramic pans.
