I imagine the four of you sitting across a picnic table one can often see on college campuses in the US. Ester is from Spain; Kathy from Vietnam; Annika from Cambodia, and Dhammika - the only male member here, is from Sri Lanka. Or maybe, you could be gathered for a cup of coffee in some school's cafeteria after a class you attended together.
Noisy chatter all around, the boisterous atmosphere of students and a few adults ! The venerable-looking university building, the friendly teachers, all draw you together by their common strangness, encouraging and alluring at the same time.
As I come closer, I notice a strange spark -- of the youthful desire to find kinship with each other, as much as in what you are talking about !
She has chickens, pigs... and she is a great cooker.
I am reminded of the time, when my family and I were house hunting in a village in France. Only this man was at home, his wife was gone to work and his children had been sent away so the visitors - that is us, could look over the house. At one point after he had shown over the house to us, I asked him '.. so, what is it that you do ?'
'I am a cooker!' he said. ' I do the cooking at home '.
We kept a straight face, my girls and I. But thereafter, often when I was asked what I did, I would say ' I am a cooker !'