She's not dead!

Last week, I began to worry about my Mom--she's on vacation in Vietnam. She usually calls me often, so when she hadn't called for over a week, I automatically thought that she fell ill with SARS or the Avian Flu from enjoying her exotic foods. My Mom's gutsy and she doesn't like normal things. Have you ever heard them talk about "blood pudding" on the news? Thanks to Mom, I know exactly what they're talking about: duck's blood that's been set. I don't know the proper way to prepare it, but I know that it's served raw because that's how a lot of people in Vietnam got sick. At least, that's what TIME magazine told me in an old issue. I think it was TIME magazine...that, or BBC News.

Anyway, I thought that she was either dead or deathly ill, so I turned from merely worrying (ha, I kid, I never just worry) to panicking that my lively mother had given her life for the sake of a good meal (is this where I get my appetite?). When I saw my brother at the soccer game on Thursday, I asked if he'd heard from her, and he did--only a few days ago--so I stopped worrying and resolved that she's just too busy having fun to call me and calm my nerves. Good for her!

P.S. I didn't call her because I don't have her number over there. I'm not that silly.