About 95% of the time, I forget that I live in a Christian state. It’s easy enough to kind of push aside the fact that everything is closed on Sunday, but the look of confusion that crossed my face about half an hour ago when I walked down the street to buy some bread and bleu cheese and realized that everything is shut down for Good Friday was one of sheer confusion. This likely means that I will not be able to get food until Monday.
In addition to that sweet little reminder that Jesus died for our sins and the Germans are eternally grateful, I learned that the Egyptian ambassador to Germany lives 300 meters away from me. Pair this with the knowledge that the Tajiki ambassador lives in my building and I’ll give you one guess what sort of neighborhood this is. Oh, to live among the diplomatic set.
I have bacon and avocados in the refrigerator. What can I make to eat? What would Jesus do?
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