I hailed a taxi from the bank and needed to go to the pharmacy instead of the University. “Le gran carrefour at Bon Berger,” I told the taxi driver, and he giggled. I figured he was laughing at my accent, because “carrefour” is an evil word which I say ever other day yet STILL butcher. He kept giggling all the way to the place, when one of the other passengers got out. He shook his head when I said I could get out there (Bon Berger was on the other side of the very busy road). He then proceeded to drive to the university, where I explained again that I wanted to go to Bon Berger, more specifically the pharmacy. Then he groaned, and it was our turn to giggle.
Yesterday the guy in charge of the copy room was translator for my housekeeper, and kept saying ‘chicken’ instead of ‘kitchen.’
The little things….
My kitchen light is still not fixed, and no sign of the electrician. Moreover, my small lamp (for which I finally got a new bulb) has been possessed, and cycles through the settings without any input from me. Bets on whether the light ever gets fixed?
On Saturday, CG taught me how to kill a chicken. So that’s what this post is about. If you are squeamish about raw chicken, switch to this or something. I won’t show the chicken at the point of death, though, because we were both otherwise occupied.
Continue reading Butchering Chickens
Prayer request, folks: Please pray for the Muslims here around me, that they find Christ as savoir. Not because they’re bad people, but because they’re good people. Thanks.
In this post:
– Real estate agent disorganization (in which nobody is surprised)
– Bus rides are fun in rainy season (if you enjoy a ride)
– Random food
Continue reading “Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.”
There is a mechanic working on a car literally less than a foot from my back patio, which is less than maybe 5 feet from my bedroom window. I cannot wait to move to the third floor.
Sooo…. there was a lot of talk during the interviews about adapting our research to what we have, or keeping ties with our old institutions so we can use their resources during the summer*. I’ve spent the summer so far preparing for a project that requires establishing cell culture facilities here, and finally coming to realization that it’s probably never going to happen. I’ve also spent the summer waiting for my advisor to finish the parts of the paper from my dissertation work that he kept saying he’d do, and again coming to the realization that it’s probably never going to happen. (Don’t think he’s negligent or anything– there are circumstances I won’t get into here.)
This means that I’ve spent the past couple days writing and planning, and it’s nice to be busy and full** of hope again. Check back at the end of the summer and I’ll be back to reality.
So in the meantime, today’s food thing is “adjuevan”. It’s a fermented fish product that’s used in ‘sauces.’
Continue reading Good Place = No News
Today, I’m gong to try Pratchett-style footnotes in an attempt to cut down parentheses*.
After months of planning and failing, MG, the local, and I went to the market and then cooked up one of her favorite Ivorian dishes. Continue reading La Blanche learns to cook: Sweet potato greens with smoked fish
The main goal of the trip to the market was to get ingredients for sauce d’aubergine. It seemed the simplest recipe of the African ‘sauces’. Plus, the eggplants here are wonderful. Except I did not use beef, because I don’t trust the beef here after watching a cow consume an entire plastic bag. Continue reading Sauce d’Aubergine
There’s a link to a video that contains local church music in here, guys. Skip down a few sections if that’s what you’re interested in.
Have you ever really thought about Ramadan? I must confess that I hadn’t. It’s sunrise to sunset, with no food or water. Every day. For a month. If you’re in Russia, that’s 20 hours. Every day. For a month.
Continue reading Ramadan and Taking Risks
“How much is an appointment?”
“Insurance will pay.”
“I have US-based international insurance.”
“It’s a medical checkup. Insurance will pay.”
“Not in the US. I have never had medical insurance that paid for dental work.”
….she still doesn’t believe me. Figure your stuff out, US healthcare.
Continue reading The Dentist
This morning, on my way to work, a little girl stopped me shyly and said something. I didn’t understand. I’ve been approached multiple times by children in the past for money for food or water, and if I don’t understand they do a hand signal that’s pretty clear. This girl didn’t want that. I didn’t want to just leave, but she just kept repeating the same thing. After many apologies and asking if she knew another word for what she wanted, she finally pointed across the road. Like the sun breaking through the clouds, I suddenly realized she wanted help crossing the busiest street in Bassam. That is totally doable.
Today’s featured food: one of the multitude of “biscuits.” There are more different kinds of cookies available than anything else. They love cookies. But you can see why I got them.
Continue reading Not getting hit by cars is desireable
Ramadan Mubarak and Happy Mother’s Day.
Mother’s Day is tomorrow here. None of us want to go to church, because they point out the women and have a ‘mother of the year.’ As though all the other mothers aren’t trying hard enough.
Ramadan begins today, and I think it’s hilariously awful that all the street signs (only visible during the day mind you) are wishing people a happy Ramadan while advertising enticing-looking food.
Continue reading Taxis and Food