last night i ate a dish that roohi’s mom prepared. it was delicious… but there were these little black things in it that looked like olives. i ate one, it was kinda spicy. a few minutes later i ate another and then asked, “what are the black things?” as my mouth caught on fire… “don’t eat those!!!” too late. i had a warm feeling in my chest the whole rest of the night… and then through the morning, since i ate the other half of my smothered burrito for breakfast. i’m going to miss mexican food in benin.