Happy Holidays From Tanzania!
I have officially decided that being short in Tanzania is a blessing. When you are crammed into a daladala (vans used for transportation here in TZ) with about 15 more people than are supposed to be in said van, being short makes an uncomfortable ride a wee bit better. In one ride on a daladala it is a common occurrence to be handed a live chicken, have someone’s wowowo in your face, elbow on your head, while you are holding some random Tanzanian’s crying baby. One day when riding the daladala someone said, “I can’t figure out if we keep breaking down or if we’re stopping to let out passengers”…haha, it really could go either way. I figure with so many people, in case we crash at least there will be a lot of padding….
Let’s talk about cooking. Anyone who has ever experienced my cooking knows that I am no professional. I must have completely missed out on my parent’s “we’re chefs, opening a restaurant” gene. I cook kind of like I live my life. I think how I live my life can best be described in the words of my mother: “Sarah, you’re a disaster”. Yes mother, I sort of am. Let’s take chapati. Tanzanians love it. Americans love it. Consists of flour and water tu (Swahili for only). Fry that mixture up and you have an amazing little piece of heaven similar to the French crepe. No worries. I figured being so simple I would be able to make it no problem. I honestly have no idea where I went wrong (seeing as how there are only 2 ingredients) but I ended up with what looked like soggy dog food. I just like to chalk that one up to the idea that maybe I was really making dog food, you know, for my dog. Haha, either way, Bridger was happy.
Today I also attempted some cinnamon raisin bread. Yum! I did pretty much everything wrong (I got distracted!): I put all the ingredients in in the wrong order, forgot to use lukewarm water to activate the yeast (who needs activated yeast in bread anyhow?), made two loaves but didn’t really feel like waiting around for two loaves to bake so I put everything into one pot to cook. Got bored waiting for it to cook so I just left my house and hoped the coals burnt out before it burned. All in all, it is some pretty tasty bread if I do say so myself. Maybe I am getting better!
In other news, after many questions from inquisitive Tanzanians about my personal life, I now have a fiancée. His name is Ferdinand (I don’t know why this is the first name that popped into my head, I seemed to be in Spain in the 1500’s at the time of the question). He is living in Colorado and studying to be a doctor currently. He also looks strikingly similar to my friend from Yellowstone, Tyler. They could be twins. He may even come and visit me next year. (As a side note: if you are a male, and thinking about ever visiting me here, there is a good chance that you will need to assume the name Ferdinand before you enter the plane).
As a final thought, I washed my clothes this morning, hung them out to dry, and then it rained all day. So…that is just like putting your clothes in a double cycle on your machine right? Or maybe cold and then colder…