Today I watched as Michelle rode off in an uber-African SUV - a 1992 LandRover, with the spare tire mounted up top. I assure you that she was grinning from ear to ear, because she was headed for Harare to get her nursing license. I has been approved, but she must still pick it up in person. Well, TIA! (This is Africa!)
Tonight, Mike Boso and I are feeling daring, so we are going to go to the eating house- the only "restaurant" in Karanda. You eat for one American dollar, but there is no menu! The cook, a local woman trying to make a living, just cooks up whatever she has. I'm praying that the meat portion will be goat- I don't even want to think of the alternatives. Oh well, it's only a buck, and it's something to write home about..... besides... in the culture here it is improper to finish everything off of your plate, or they think you are still hungry and fill your plate again! Okay, if it's roasted mouse, I'm really not that hungry today. I know that one of the main portions will be sadzha, because she already told us yesterday.
Sadza is a traditional meal here. It's maize (corn) ground into flour and then totally overcooked until it is the consistency of contact cement.... or overcooked rice. A bit bland tasting, so we're bringing a bottle of peri-peri hot sauce with us....
I'll let you know how it was when I live through it....
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