It may not sound much, but I've been having a tolerably unpleasant time in Jeneponto so far - no work to do, finding the heat oppressive, and finding the culture difficult to adapt to. But yesterday I bought a fridge, and so today I could go shopping for luxuries like fresh vegetables. And cheese.
Prochiz, tomato and bread - the ultimate in western style foodstuffs.
As you might expect, it's not up to Melton Mowbray Red Leicester standards, but "Prochiz" is the only cheese available here. The tomatoes are a bit ropy too - things that would go into chutney or the compost bin if I'd grown them at home. But add the Indonesian white sliced loaf, and you have the makings of a luxurious lunch.
The final product - will somebody send me some Branston Pickle?
This humble comestible has made living here a little more bearable. My house is OK - a palace compared to one fellow volunteer's mosquito infested hole, and Glenda the Honda GLMax seems to be behaving herself, after some fuelling problems. I suspect the diet of cruddy petrol sold out of old vegetable oil bottles from roadside shacks has made her a bit grumpy - so I've treated her to some nice, clean stuff from the petrol station.
Now all I need is something to do at work...
The new house. The socks spell out "England expects every man to do his duty".
Glenda the Honda.
at least you have a bike...
ReplyDeletedave
Excellent blog. good to see you have still retained your sense of humour. Fran states that 'comestible' is such a grandpa laurence thing to say
ReplyDeletemitch