My girlfriend in Australia was speaking metaphorically. Ironically I was faced with the reality…..literally I had a dead goat to cook with.
I was speaking to my girlfriend about what actions I needed to take to pull myself out of the doldrums. She had no way of knowing that not more than 20 minutes before she expressed this advice that I had been presented with a bag which contained a hacked off hunk of meat, bone and fat off some kind of dead animal and was told “here cook this for lunch”. It might have been goat or lamb or beef. There was no way of telling and certainly no way of telling what part of the animal it might have once come from. And I had no idea what I was going to do with it.
It made me laugh. One of those real out loud laughs that escapes from deep down in the belly. Because it was one of those moments that if you didn’t laugh you’d cry. So better to laugh. I needed to laugh. I needed to find the funny side of the situation that I found myself in. It was good to finally see the funny side of one of the many differences that everyday life in Jordan presents. A classic Middle East Moment!
Oh and what did I do with my “dead goat”. Well I stuck it in the freezer and made something out of the chicken that I had in the fridge. But not before getting yet some more helpful advice from my girlfriend who exclaimed that the situation was “feral” and that couldn’t I just boil it and then separate the meat from the junk! I laughed some more.
We will eat dead goat another day!