O to be a Man and Not Have This Quandry

We Americans like our personal space. Arms length, thank you very much! 4-1/2 years in the Balkans and I’m still fighting with letting go of this bit of my American-ness. I shared some of my blunders (like catching the pastors' wife's earlobe) in a previous blog about the awkwardness in learning greetings… http://balkanupdate.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!660C45E1AF918E49!659.entry

Well, it’s not just greetings that are getting me this time; it’s the sense of space. Here are some ways that you will have your “American” space invaded here in the Balkans:

1. Shop clerks will follow you all around the shop (a space sometimes no bigger than a walk-in closet) and many times within a 12” space of your person. Now this isn’t because they think you’ll steal (or maybe it is). It’s because they want to be helpful. Many times I’ve picked up an item from the shelf and have barely decided to buy it when it’s taken and rung up for me at the register!
2. Sidewalks are for parking, not for pedestrians. Pedestrians beware.
3. Lines, what are lines? They are actually groups of people pushing forward, sometimes quite forcefully, to be the next one to get helped. See previous post: “Going Postal & Line Etiquette” http://balkanupdate.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!660C45E1AF918E49!455.entry
   
4. Older ladies will often times touch the chests of younger ones to make sure you take what they’re saying to heart. The first time this happened I tried to turn every which way to get out of her range… backing up, turning sideways, crossing my arms, etc… but she just kept coming, closing the American-space gap to well within the Balkan space gap (about 6-12”) because whatever she was trying to get across to me was so important she just had to tap my sternum to emphasize it.
   
5. Girls will walk hand in hand or arm in arm because they are “drugarki” (best friends). Close guy friends can also be seen walking with their arms around their buddies shoulders or leaning over them. Now there is nothing sexual about this. It is just an expression of the closeness of the friendship.

OK, those were just a few examples… really; one can go on and on. Back to greetings and personal space…

The reason I’m writing this is that I’m still having the hardest time giving up my space, my American sense of space. Every week I am faced with this again in relation to one situation in particular.

First, I must preface that this one lady is very sweet and so full of joy even though her life has been hard. She is very grateful and likes to show it.

• Yet she grabs me and hugs and kisses me (the three-cheeked-full-red-lipstick kiss) when she greets me.
• She grabs me and hugs and kisses me when she’s encouraged by something I’ve said, something we’ve agreed on, or something we’ve just talked about.
• Then, as she’s leaving, she again grabs me and hugs and kisses me, sometimes several times, before heading out the door.

Inside me I find that I’m beginning to cringe because my sense of space feels repeatedly invaded. Now it’d be no big deal if it was just the hug and kiss to greet each other…. but repeatedly, every time! Oh how envious I am of Mark who she greets with just a handshake! Does that make be bad? In a way, my inner cringing is something that isn’t right and something that IS a point of prayer. On the other hand there is no way I’d ever say anything to this dear lady and risk hurting her feelings. Oh to be a man and not have this quandary.

How to Ruin Chocolate Chip Cookies

The precious bag of chocolate chips was extracted from the freezer and 1/2 can of precious Macedamian nuts were chopped up... all in preparation for making chocolate chip cookies to bring to the cell group on Monday night.

The first thing to go wrong was when I tried to cream the butter, vanilla and eggs. They were lumpy, runny and just wouldn't fluff-up. Then I realized that I'd forgotten to add the sugar. Once that was done it creamed up quite nicely.

With step one done, in a separate bowl I mixed the salt, 1-1/4 cup flour and baking soda and then added the whole mixture to the creamed ingredients. The end result was a tiny bit sticky, but I've had cookie dough do that before so I didn't think anything of it and went ahead and added the precious chocolate chips and macadamia nuts (given to me by a Chinese Alliance church when I was on Oahu).

Then I got inventive. I thought to myself, "Oh, why don't I put the cookies in a muffin pan? That'll be fun." Only, the end result was not what I'd planned and was a pure mess to clean up. Also, because I'd done that as the first batch, I'd not noticed that something was wrong until the second batch was in on a regular cookie sheet.

The cookies were MELTING! It was a gooey icky looking mess! Oh what did I do wrong? They actually reminded me of the way my cookies looked when I first moved overseas and could only find vanilla sugar (it's near impossible to find vanilla extract here). Anyways, to compensate I had to add more flour.... FLOUR! It was then it hit me! I'd only used 1-1/4 cups flour instead of TWO and 1/4 cups flour!

Well, it was too late to save the cookies that were already in the oven, but the last 1/2 of the batch was still salvageable. So I proceeded to add the missing cup of flour. But it wasn't until I'd mixed it up that realized that I'd forgotten to compensate for the batter that had already been used up. Too late now. I went ahead and baked up what was left... the result? Tough cookies with a heavier flour taste and not quite the beloved chocolate macadamia nut cookie taste.

But that's not all. While the last batch was in the oven, I got busy with the laundry: sorting, loading, and hanging out the previous load to dry. Well, then I decided to mop the balcony floor.... mid-swish a whiff of chocolate chip cookie wafted my way....

OH NO! I dropped the mop and rushed to the oven.... and pulled out 7 very BROWN and TOUGH chocolate macadamia nut cookies. Well, I'm not going to let them go to waste (chocolate chips are precious here because you can't get them locally... people send them from the US). Anyways, I've packed up all the cookies and will still bring them to the cell group. They're not perfect, but they'll still taste ok. (I hope.)

So there you go. A lesson in how to ruin chocolate chip cookies. Now, go and DON'T do likewise.

Master-chef (not)
Carolyn