My Lunch Is Looking At Me

Uganda is a poor country, but starvation is not an issue here. The Nile is a source of life, and there is a lot of it! So . . . we have eaten quite well since we arrived, and we have enjoyed bananas, pineapples, posho (in chip form, especially), and g-nuts. Keith has sampled some jackfruit, and thought it was very good; Annika seems partial to Miranda soft drinks. The Manrys have prepared some really good meals, by any American standard.

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Some of the foods, however, are quite different, however good they might be. Matooke looks like a banana, but is not, and beef can be somewhat . . . shall we say . . . chewy. Sometimes, a meal looks very American, but is not: for instance, Ugandan hamburgers have a meatloafish consistency, and our daughters have been disappointed about that!

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As we mentioned in a previous post, we were given a lunch in Kagoma on Sunday, and it proved to be our most challenging dietary experience so far. We had cassava, sweet potatoes, and rice, and we were supposed to dip those items into soup. It was all pretty tasty, but the soup contained lots of small fish, and Mark snapped the lovely photo above. Keith tried one, and described it as a "very salty green bean." Spencer, the seasoned village missionary, scooped his fish into Caroline's bowl, to make it appear that he had eaten them all.

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All in all, though, it was a pretty tame incident, and was part of the cultural experience that we hoped to receive here. Don't expect us to be any thinner when we return to the States!