Okay, let me set this up for you. For breakfast we eat this porridge-like substance out of a big bowl with these “spoons” that are more like ladles. Usually the bowl of food is sitting inside another bigger bowl of water…either to keep it hot, or cool it off; I’m not really sure which. For breakfast—and breakfast only—we sit on these little stools that are about 6” off the ground and all gather around the one big bowl.
This stuff we’re eating can be kind of tricky. It’s kind of a lumpy goo and when you dip your ladle in, you have to wipe the bottom of it on the side of the bowl to get all the goo off. Well the other day we were eating and I was trying to see if I’d gotten all the goo off my spoon. For some reason, instead of holding it up and looking under, I tried to tip it over enough to see the bottom. So, of course, large amounts of lumpy goo went all over my skirt (typical). We all kind of laughed at me, including H-Mama. But then H-Mama proceeded to take the food bowl out of the water bowl, lean forward and grab my skirt, pull me off my stool, and plunge my skirt (with me still in it) right into the water bowl where she scrubbed off all the goo, wrung it out, and snapped it all smoothly back into place (definitely, definitely not typical).
So it’s good to know that some things never change…like me spilling stuff all over myself…but some things do…like my village mom washing my skirt immediately after it happened in the breakfast water bowl. Oh, Africa.
This made me laugh out loud. I needed a good laugh. Miss you friend.
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