The cookies were a hit. They came out as an adapted version of your typical chocolate chip cookie (thank you Ruth for the chocolate bar). Although the oven temperature was the biggest challenge, Mohammed and I persevered.
The workers were pleased at the treat and, adding to my current chicken that was given to me when I arrived, I received yet another chicken as a gift. The impression that they could be my pets was quickly put to an end when told that their fate is actually to be tied up and killed when needed for a meal. I’m trying not to get attached but I couldn’t help but take one picture of my gifts.