In Iran, meal preparation took up half of each day.
I could never go a half day having to cook. By the end of the cooking process, almost everything would be gone, because I ate it while it was being cooked. "Oh, just a few onion slices. Oh just a few pieces of chicken." At the end there would be like a portion for a baby.
With his pants halfway around his bottom, he hopped around telling us that these were the same pants he had worn on the airplane two months ago!
Man, that feeling is horrible! I know how bad it feels, and I am very proud of their uncle for wanting to lose weight.
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