Within the past week or so, both of us celebrated our 25th birthdays - our first birthdays overseas. It turns out that here no one here celebrates birthdays because they don't know when they are; when we ask locals their age or birthday, they'll respond with something vague like "I'm maybe 35 or 38" or "When the roses start to bud, that's when I was born." Only in recent years have the majority of urban women begun to have their babies in hospitals rather than at home, and it was only a few years ago that the government started requiring those hospitals to issue birth certificates.
Despite this, we still decided to celebrate our birthdays, but in the way that a local would celebrate the birth of a child or a holiday. Here in Central Asia, the person celebrating the special occasion throws the party for all of his or her friends, and instead of receiving gifts, he or she would give cheryni to each friend. Cheryni is a small gift - often candy or sweets - given out on special occasions. Occasionally it could even be a small article of clothing, such as a headscarf or socks. Unlike in the US, the locals here get very excited about receiving socks as a gift: since much of the population barely makes enough money to feed their family, socks are viewed as a "non-essential" clothing item, and only someone with expendable income would spend money on socks.
We decided to hang on to a bit of the US custom - instead of us cooking cheryni for our own birthdays, Laylo would cook for Matin's birthday, and then Matin would cook for Laylo's. As you might expect, Laylo whipped up a masterpiece that included apple pie, carrot cake, chicken with cheese filling, sweet potato casserole, and fried asparagus. The locals loved the food, and sat around for quite a while looking a pictures and hearing stories of our previous life in the US. A week later, Matin proved to be completely incompetent in the kitchen, until he discovered that his true talent was cooking in the dark. He managed to screw up a "just add oil & eggs" Funfetti cake mix that he tried to cook to bring to language class, but once the power went out later that evening, he did manage to blindly combine the right ingredients to produce a party-sized serving of chicken parmesan. We're not sure which the local women enjoyed more: the food, or hearing about Matin's kitchen mishaps!
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