Why we should join the foreign service

Today was a great day. We woke up early, and Amir and I went to a cooking class for Relief Society (the organization of women at our church). Our host was hilarious with three adorable children (and I'm pretty sure I've read her blog before... but I need to find out how? She used to live in Arlington, so maybe from someone Lauren knows?) and she taught us how to make Julia Child-style puff pastries and croissants. And ohhhhh, they were delicious. I wish I had the time/patience to make them. The Provo Bakery doesn't come close to these things (though the Provo Bakery is very delicious, don't get me wrong).

After that, we walked over to another woman's house because her housekeeper was teaching us how to make koshari, the food of Cairo. It is so complicated a procedure, but the results are incredible. It's one of the most yummiest things I've ever had when it's made right. And boy, did Fatma make it right today. Yum, yum, yum. We ate our fill, then brought some home for "our husbands." I can't wait to make it in Provo for whoever wants to come eat it (Melissa and Casey I know will be there, any other takers?)

Which brings us to the title of the post: why we should join the foreign service. You get an amazing apartment, completely paid for and furnished. They pay your utilities. You get an American salary, but can pay Egyptian prices. All this means you have enough money to employ a full-time maid. For your huge and beautiful and furnished apartment. The government pays for your move, you can even bring a car and they pay for it. They also pay for you to fly back to the US once every few years. And every few years, you get a new post which you kind of get to pick (they said as long as you aren't picking Europe, you usually get one of your top choices). All in all, it's seems like quite the lifestyle. We'll see what happens though...