Remember our driver and friend, Davis? Well, our last night at Bulondo’s, he came bearing a surprise for us. He is going to school to be a chef. He came to our room bearing two things. The first was a special dish that he created himself. The other was “parsley potatoes.” I had told Davis about these potatoes that I had at a restaurant here in Kampala that I absolutely loved, and made them for me to have again.
I mentioned in another post that we frequently have observers when go to the well. There is a small family of children that we have seen many times. They come to play, they pass by to get water from the distant watering hole, and randomly pass our way frequently. Well, this week we had just arrived at the well and they came up behind us. They had their little jerry cans in hand but sat them down to watch us at our task. They have been there before, but watched from a distance. By their facial expressions, I doubt they have ever seen water so clear before. After watching us get water a few times, the oldest decided he wanted to try. He stepped up to the crank and motioned that he wanted to do it. He is barely taller than the crank, so we weren’t sure how far he would get, but he sure did bring up a bucket of water. We motioned for him to get his can, after all, he fetched the water and should get the fruit of his labor. He ended up filling us whole can. Then, the younger brother wanted to give it a try. They got a great giggle from it. When the full bucket finally leaves the water on the way back up, you can fill the weight change. The crank suddenly requires more force and even two hands. Every time that happened, they would laugh so hard. They kept cranking, but they got a good laugh. Their little sister was too small to crank, but we filled her cans as well. The kids hung around a bit longer, even taking a turn or two to add water to our buckets, and then they grabbed their full cans and headed home.
A few hours later, the boys and I were sitting on the back porch doing the Bible reading for the day from our curriculum. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the younger brother, middle of the 3 children, was headed our way. It’s common for people to come down the path past our house, but he was clearly walking straight up to our porch and he had a bag in his hand. When he got to the porch, I motioned that he welcome. He doesn't really speak English, so we have limited communication. He handed me the black, plastic bag and I looked in. It was half of a jack fruit. Jack fruit is a very large fruit, some the size of a standard watermelon, and some going upwards of 80-100 pounds. Fortunately, this one was relatively small.
The family had sent us this jack fruit as a gift. In order to be sure I understood and express our gratitude, I had some translation help from our friend Rollins (I’ll introduce him in another post).
Troy loves jack fruit, but the rest of us range from slightly tolerating it to not even wanting to smell it. It has a very special taste and even more special texture (very rubbery). I’m quite certain that this fruit was the muse for Juicy Fruit gum, as it even has a gum like juice that comes out of it and sticks to everything. Troy ate all he could, others had a little, and then we gave the rest to the head master of the school to share as she saw fit.
I mentioned in another post that we frequently have observers when go to the well. There is a small family of children that we have seen many times. They come to play, they pass by to get water from the distant watering hole, and randomly pass our way frequently. Well, this week we had just arrived at the well and they came up behind us. They had their little jerry cans in hand but sat them down to watch us at our task. They have been there before, but watched from a distance. By their facial expressions, I doubt they have ever seen water so clear before. After watching us get water a few times, the oldest decided he wanted to try. He stepped up to the crank and motioned that he wanted to do it. He is barely taller than the crank, so we weren’t sure how far he would get, but he sure did bring up a bucket of water. We motioned for him to get his can, after all, he fetched the water and should get the fruit of his labor. He ended up filling us whole can. Then, the younger brother wanted to give it a try. They got a great giggle from it. When the full bucket finally leaves the water on the way back up, you can fill the weight change. The crank suddenly requires more force and even two hands. Every time that happened, they would laugh so hard. They kept cranking, but they got a good laugh. Their little sister was too small to crank, but we filled her cans as well. The kids hung around a bit longer, even taking a turn or two to add water to our buckets, and then they grabbed their full cans and headed home.
A few hours later, the boys and I were sitting on the back porch doing the Bible reading for the day from our curriculum. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that the younger brother, middle of the 3 children, was headed our way. It’s common for people to come down the path past our house, but he was clearly walking straight up to our porch and he had a bag in his hand. When he got to the porch, I motioned that he welcome. He doesn't really speak English, so we have limited communication. He handed me the black, plastic bag and I looked in. It was half of a jack fruit. Jack fruit is a very large fruit, some the size of a standard watermelon, and some going upwards of 80-100 pounds. Fortunately, this one was relatively small.
The family had sent us this jack fruit as a gift. In order to be sure I understood and express our gratitude, I had some translation help from our friend Rollins (I’ll introduce him in another post).
Troy loves jack fruit, but the rest of us range from slightly tolerating it to not even wanting to smell it. It has a very special taste and even more special texture (very rubbery). I’m quite certain that this fruit was the muse for Juicy Fruit gum, as it even has a gum like juice that comes out of it and sticks to everything. Troy ate all he could, others had a little, and then we gave the rest to the head master of the school to share as she saw fit.
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