(I wrote this a few weeks ago, but haven't had a chance to upload it till now. Hope you have as much fun reading as we did cooking!)
Along with the idea that language is culture and culture is language, there are a LOT of traditional dishes here in Tanzania that us outsiders simply never grew up making. Chapatti, for one. Pilau. And a good portion of us didn’t grow up chasing chickens around the yard to fry up for dinner.
So this week, the teachers came in full force. We spent all of yesterday at the market bartering and buying the best produce we could with the money we were given (using our best Swahili skills, of course! :P) Then today, we brought out the charcoal jikos (stoves), the live chickens, the rice with stones in it, the coconut shredders, the strainers, and all the rest of the produce. And, little by little, we spent the morning making, preparing, using our Swahili (a bit), learning, and laughing as we tried to imitate the skills our teachers have been using since they were little kids.