Nina and I left a restaurant about 11:00 and headed out to catch a taxi. We walked along talking and laughing for a few blocks and ahead of us was an officer that had just stuck his arm out and caught a cab. We took his lead and stuck our arm out, but got a whistle from a guard telling us to move on. We were right in front of some very official buildings. We went a few steps foreward and caught one anyway. Well I started right away complaining about how that officer JUST got a cab in the same place and how lucky she was that I kept my mouth shut instead of saying something rude! Just then the driver turned down the music. . .
We stared straight ahead for about two minutes trying to think of something to say--we both figured out the driver must be a KNB informant. Finally I turned to her and said "So, we have palov at home to reheat right?" and she replies "Yeah. . . you know, it's really interesting how they make Ayzerbaijan Palov." "Oh really, how's that?" "They cook all the meat and vegetables seperately and then steam the rice in a different dish. . .
She literally described palov for about 10 minutes in the cab while I expressed my interest. Now every time we have a sketchy cab driver, we talk about palov. I can't wait for someone to check my file at the big office and see 28 reports of intense discussion of traditional rice dishes.
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