I am so grateful to all of those of you who have been emailing- old apartmentmates, siblings, friends' moms... I've loved to hear from each of you. Please continue to stay in touch!
There's so much I'd like to tell you with regard to what I'm learning, so stay tuned. Hopefully I'll get you some substance very soon. For now, let's have some cooking lessons with Peter (my host brother):
Kalo (pronounced Kah-low with the emphasis on the latter syllable)
1) Mingle (mix) as much cassava and millet flour (do they sell these in the US?) as you want to use (if you're just making it for you, maybe 1 cup total).
2) Boil an equivalent amount of water (if you use 1 cup flour, use 1 cup water).
3) When it boils, gradually stir in the flour. It should become one doughy (but cohesive) lump.
4) Serve on one plate and take turns grabbing sticky handfuls and using it to absorb your soup (preferably Talapia with beef broth, served in individual bowls)
It's essentially flavorless and doesn't really absorb the broth, so basically you're just eating your tablemates' germs with an interesting texture. Yum!
It does have a nice smell, though. And I think it gives you a taste of communal living.
Some new sounds for you:
1) "Yes, yes! How are you?"- the taxi drivers' typical call to get your attention.
2) Dad sucking the remaining meat off the fishbones.
3) The fuzz sounds of the Ugandan radio. Peter leaves it on most nights, but it's very quiet and a nice "white noise" for someone who doesn't know very much Luganda.
More thoughts to follow soon! I love and miss you all.
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