what’s to eat #7
The closest thing we could find to breakfast on the road, discovered at a checkpoint-cum-rest stop of sorts between Bamako and Dialakoroba: hardboiled eggs, and skinny brown paper rolls of salt.
The closest thing we could find to breakfast on the road, discovered at a checkpoint-cum-rest stop of sorts between Bamako and Dialakoroba: hardboiled eggs, and skinny brown paper rolls of salt.
Quatre fromages, vegetable pancakes with tahini, lots of salad, and endless popcorn. Le Campement // Kangaba Kati, Mali +223 76 40 30 37 http://www.lecampement.com/
A mid-afternoon office snack of Le popcorn or, as it’s known in Bambara, kabani (lit. corn-little), dusted with an addictive combination of powdered milk and sugar. The dried milk, once saturated by your salivary glands, renders the popcorn creamy and sweet in your mouth. It works, it really works. Enjoyed with coffee and tea.
The most startling aspect of Eid Adha, or Tabaski, is not the booming accumulation of sheep in the city. Nor is it the strange and creative modes of transport for those (live) sheep: buses, trucks, the backseats of cars, strapped to the tops of taxis, hidden in half-closed trunks, the laps of motorcycle passengers, etc. It’s not the constant bleating from sheep tied up to trees and poles in every neighborhood. Nor is it the Thanksgiving-esque mad dash for sheep the day before the holiday, by those who put off the task. The most startling part is the sudden, eery absence of sheep on the very afternoon of Tabaski. Leading up to the holiday, It seemed as though there were more sheep in this city than people; and all of the sudden, half the population disappeared. The bleating ceased, and skins hung to dry over walls and doorways where sheep grazed and rested only just before. Eid Adha, festival of sacrifice, festival of gratitude. According to tradition, and the prophet Muhammad, the first morsel of …
In moments of hazy confusion I mix languages, I forget cultural basics, I speak of “here” as if I were elsewhere, I wake from sleep unsure of where I am. Peanut plant pulled fresh from the earth in Sinsina village, offered as a gift. This is the hand behind this awesome blog, most recently on aid work in the Central African Republic, but on many other things as well, and also the hand behind this moving, inspiring, and oft-hilarious twitter feed. major props, my friend.
Office lunch, prepared for our army by chef extraordinaire Tene (or Wednesday, in Bambara): Aubergine sauce and rice. One of my favorites. That’s piment, or very spicy chili paste, in the container in the middle.