Cha before breakfast + bread in freezer = pandemonium

My morning routine is as follows:

Wake with the sun at 5:30ish.  Continue to doze and be generally lazy until 8:20ish, when I get up and have a (cold!) shower.  Wander down to the kitchen at 8:40ish to eat breakfast, which is prepared for me by the lovely cook, Moriam.  Some days she has the ingredients ready to go and all runs smoothly for me to be ready to start work at 9am.  Other days, Kamrul (who is the security-slash-gopher dude around the office) has slept in and is late going to the shops to buy the necessary provisions.  It is - and I have asked several times - out of the question for me to go and buy my own breakfast ingredients because that is Kamrul's job.  And, as I am learning very quickly in Bangladesh, nobody does even the most tiny of tasks if it's not in their job description.  Or, in this case, if it's in someone else's job description.  For breakfast, some mornings I'll eat egg and porota, which is a flat fried bread - not so healthy but, like most bad things in life, very good.  Other mornings I'll have banana on toasted Western-style bread, which they call pairoti.  Very confusing, cos the two bread names sound very similar.  As I'm finishing up my meal, Moriam will bring me a cup of cha.

Confusion reigned today when I asked for my cup of tea before I'd eaten my breakfast.  Moriam looked stunned.  She then got one of the other guys with good English to confirm that I did indeed want my tea before my meal.  Neither of them looked convinced, but I put my foot down and insisted.  "Bengali time" is even worse than "Toohey time" and they are the masters at changing plans at the last minute - but asking for the components of your meal out of order is clearly crazy.

I also got a similar reaction when I tried to put my loaf of bread in the freezer last night.  As I opened the freezer door, Moriam made the same kind of alarmed "watch out!" noise made when someone's about to touch a hot stove or step onto the road in front of an oncoming vehicle.  I turned around, somewhat puzzled, to see a look of horror on the faces of both Moriam and Kamrul.  Moriam said, "Deep freeze!"  To which Kamrul added, "Ice cream!", in some desperate attempt to make sure I understood the full craziness of my intended action.  I tried to argue the point, demonstrating that I'd only eat 2 or 3 pieces a day so it would keep longer in the freezer - but ended up giving in and just putting the loaf in the bloody fridge.  Pick your battles, Monica.  A 15 taka (25 cent) loaf of bread is probably one to let go through to the keeper.