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Friday, June 19

I took a Facebook quiz a couple weeks ago to determine which Food Network personality I am. Rachael Ray. I blaming it on narrow test parameters.

My water is out today. I know, I know... This is the Peace Corps. If I never had running water, I'd be fine. I'd have a system. I don't have much of a system for usually having running water and then having it stop. I generally keep jugs full of water just in case. I had some girls from my community over yesterday, though, and they'll bang on anything to make music. They used my 20 liter jug for a drum, which I refilled this morning after noticing a drop in water pressure. It proceeded to leak out all over my floor. So. In the market for a new 20 liter jug. I currently have 10 liters in bottles in my kitchen. I test the faucet about every 30 minutes. I really shouldn't. A watched faucet never runs. At least today.

Back to the girls... A group of five came over yesterday afternoon. I've had people from my community over before, but never a solely teenage crowd. I've never entertained for a group of teenage girls before. In any country. I was kind of nervous and was afraid I'd bore them. But when in doubt, bake. I figured it would keep us busy while also allowing us to socialize. We made jam thumbprint cookies from the wonderful cookbook my grandma sent me for Christmas. I made the dough ahead of time so we could just assemble them together. Two people rolled the dough into balls. Two dunked the balls in egg whites. Two rolled the balls in chopped walnuts. And we all made thumbprints in the cookies and then filled the prints with strawberry jam when they came out of the oven and had cooled. We drank iced chai. I don't know if they liked it, but they drank it, and that was kind of them. They wanted to listen to music and dance after we finished the cookies. Ladies here know how to move. They wanted me to dance and I warned them that I most certainly cannot dance like they can. They didn't believe me. I showed them. They believed and we did my spastic moves instead.

Oh. And because of the cookies... They told me that I'm like Rachael Ray. I don't want to hear that anymore. Yes, they get Rachael Ray here on a station from Dubai. Dr. Phil and Tyra too. I'm glad I don't have a TV.

I spilled candle wax on the touch pad of my computer last night. I don't think you're supposed to do that.