jib chai
We had a cultural experience last night. John brought me a chai tea set from Iraq (isn't it cool?), and while Rachael, Martha, and I were addressing wedding invitations, he brewed up a quasi-Iraqi pot of chai tea.
We learned that when visitors come, you yell "Jib chai!," and in a few minutes, some household underling will bring a tray of tiny teacups full of tea.
It's very hot, and almost too sweet. Oozey pouted when we wouldn't share:
Maybe next time we can convince him to wear his man-dress while he jib chais...
posted by Carroll @ 12:23 PM
2 Comments:
man-dress...that's just too funny
by the way, you have been tagged on my blog... :O)
LOVED it. But yes, you can only drink one cup or you will be up the rest of the night. Take my advice...
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