When you can’t find something, keep asking the locals

Since school starts in about a week, I decided to start getting used to waking up early and went to the 07:30 mass. I also hoped I could get some supplies in the village (Gocho) with a little less bother/harassment from the plethora of drunks there; for the most part, this did work out. There was just a bit of a problem finding flour as the shops I stopped at were out or don’t sell it. As I started to head home, a girl said hi to me (well, the Kiswahili equivalent) so I figured I’d try one last time and ask her if she knew where I could buy some flour (she’s probably like 10 years old). She brought me to her home but her mother didn’t have any (I think they have a little shop or café or both, I couldn’t tell). They said something about chapatti but I couldn’t tell if they were offering it or asking if I wanted to buy some so I said I was just looking for flour. This family was very friendly and seemed really happy that I am a teacher. They were so happy in fact, that they gave me 2 eggs and the mama took me to a few different shops until we found some flour. Being with a local ensured that I was not overcharged since it wasn’t where I usually buy it. In short, if you can’t find something, keep asking people and you are bound to be personally brought around until you do find it.

With my flour and an egg (& a lot of sugar), I made crepes when I got home. Definitely not as good as the street vendors in Europe but still pretty tasty with a bit of cinnamon. I hemmed and hawed about what to make with my eggplant and finally decided to make stuffed eggplant and tomatoes using some of my newly acquired brown rice. They came out superb. I think it is the best use of tomatoes (aside from spaghetti & pizza sauce of course).

…and kitty caught another mouse J