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blamebrampton ([personal profile] blamebrampton) wrote2009-11-25 12:08 am

Brammers is overtired and overstimulated ...

I spoke with a dear friend earlier tonight. I confessed that I was run off my feet today and quite deranged after the weekend of boiling, though ticking off my to-do list with reasonable satisfaction in preparation for the last mag issues of the year and my imminent scarpering to Blessed Winter.

She advised me to take a cool drink of something refreshing. I had just the thing: pomegranate juice in the fridge after my weekend raid of the health food shop.

I poured a glass, drank it, and fell back nearly 35 years into hot desert cities with morning calls to prayer and mustachioed men handing sticky glasses slick with frost against the heat of the day and brimming with tart sweet pink amber juice to small children and admonishing all of us to respect our parents and play somewhere else.

I am now not entirely certain that I am taking the right trip ...

[identity profile] kareina.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
This reads like a real memory. Yours? Where did you live then? For how long?

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It's several, we went to the Middle East several times. But Egypt was the pomegranate juice man with the improbable moustache and big belly, who would kick our football away when we came too close to the stalls, but give us four glasses of juice when we could pay for one, or sometimes none.

Of course, he did think I was an eight-year-old boy rather than a 10-year-old girl, I had cut all my hair off a few countries before and it was just easier ;-)

[identity profile] deensey.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Next year. I could be convinced to save for Morocco. Just saying.

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
There are at least two months of the year when I can walk around there without falling into a heap! You will have to buy some modest tops, though *leers*.

[identity profile] deensey.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I can do modest! It's called linen and loose!

Honestly? It's the place i've always wanted to go.

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, it does sound like a fun trip for the two of us. Perhaps with at least one J for when we need big grumpy men, as I no longer look like a boy ...

[identity profile] deensey.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Hrm. Shall we have them pick straws? Which one has to suffer the heat and us?

I'm rather keen on egypt, too.

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
It'd best be yours, mine is a delicate wee petal in the heat. Yes, it's a bit fab, but mostly outside Cairo.

[identity profile] deensey.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Ha! Have you met my J?

Maybe we can rent a J.

Honestly, i'm generakly all over north africa. And southern spain, oh, and turkey.

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Can you imagine how much Travel Husbands would rock? Big burly men who think nothing of carting ports on and off Italian trains, finding an obscure atelier, clearing a path through a souk, telling us we look fabulous at the end of a long day, and having loads of pockets for lipgloss and sunblock ...

Actually, I am sure there is a successful business model in there somewhere ...

[identity profile] deensey.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)
I think we should look into this!

[identity profile] deensey.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Is it? SEE! Suggestions!
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[identity profile] thisgirl-is.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Kakade(sp?) in Egypt? Egypt has some of the best juices. One of the few things that was good about staying in Cairo was a juice bar we found. Coconut milkshakes, mmmmmmmm.

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
YUM! You're not helping. *Focusses on British Museum and V&A*

[identity profile] tsosh.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
But bottled pomegranate juice is not even close in taste to fresh juice...
If you do take a trip to the area, come visit Israel. We have fresh pomegranate juice and (in most places) no morning calls to prayer. :)

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I do have people nagging me to be in Haifa ... And you are right that it is not as good, but it was a surprisingly visceral memory nonetheless. Also, quite tasty!

[identity profile] brissygirl.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Brammers, when I read the title of this post my mind immediately went to the gutter and I couldn't stop laughing!

oh dear... what would we do without our Brammers?

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
HEE! I knew someone's would! Bless you! And you'll always have the Australian Liberal Party to provide cheap laughs ;-)

[identity profile] melusinahp.livejournal.com 2009-11-24 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
What exactly was in that juice?

And, omg, now I want pomegranate juice so badly.

[identity profile] phoenixacid.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
I wish I could send you some rain (and some flood problems XD)! It's been pouring here every day for the past week. Weather can be really unpredictable at times. *snuggles you tight and sends you some cooling air*

[identity profile] aldehyde.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
oh pomegranate juice, i miss you so. i used to snack on the lushest pomegranates during my childhood in kuwait. i dunno if it's nostalgia that makes me think the quality of the fruit was better in that region..or b/c it's actually true..

[identity profile] sarcasticpixie.livejournal.com 2009-11-25 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
This inspired me to have some POM with my lunch today. However, the lovely visual was not included, and I would like my money back because the most powerful sensory experience of my lunch hour was our compensation consultant mangling songs from HMS Pinafore across the table.