Sometimes in the morning, before the fog lifts, the mountains look like silhouettes. Without the tree-lined details, they are stencils carved out of the sky. I don't know why I'm so obsessed with the sky here, though I'd venture to guess you'd be too. I think, T.B.H, I'm kind of like this at home as well, so maybe I shouldn't be so surprised.
Last night we had our ex-pat dinner. Recall: it was Emily and my turn to plan the weekly meal for the out-of-town YAs. Did I leave it at that, last time I wrote? Well, the menu was: D.I.Y Pizza! Emily came up with the concept, and then I, being the kitchen aficionado I've proven to be, knew -from experience- that the only way to make homemade pizza is to obviously procure the dough from a favorite, local pizzeria.
What's that? I'm in Malawi you say? Not N.Y.C where pizzerias speckle the grid like polka dots? Well, it's no problem! Because Mzuzu, the large nearby city, is home to A1 Restaurant (front of the phonebook, much?) and A1's menu features not one, not two, but three cuisines: it serves Indian Food, Malawian Food, and....Pizza! So alas, status-post palak aloo and chicken ticka masala on Saturday, Emily and I requested dough, please, if that wouldn't be too much to ask.
We can speak to the owner if this is a confusing request, we told the waiter.
Well, needless to say we got our dough, and we also received rave reviews last night. The Irish and Dutch seemed to enjoy not only this twist on a classic, but the process of creating their personal pies as well.
Alright. That was so yesterday, and today is today. I have a fair amount to say about today. And by fair I mean that, gosh, I.D.K, I can barely type out entire expressions so maybe it's not the time to share. Even the Malawians acknowledge Malawi time, with a laugh, so maybe it's okay that most of the time I write in the Substantial Retrospect.
T.B.C...
Rebecca
Last night we had our ex-pat dinner. Recall: it was Emily and my turn to plan the weekly meal for the out-of-town YAs. Did I leave it at that, last time I wrote? Well, the menu was: D.I.Y Pizza! Emily came up with the concept, and then I, being the kitchen aficionado I've proven to be, knew -from experience- that the only way to make homemade pizza is to obviously procure the dough from a favorite, local pizzeria.
What's that? I'm in Malawi you say? Not N.Y.C where pizzerias speckle the grid like polka dots? Well, it's no problem! Because Mzuzu, the large nearby city, is home to A1 Restaurant (front of the phonebook, much?) and A1's menu features not one, not two, but three cuisines: it serves Indian Food, Malawian Food, and....Pizza! So alas, status-post palak aloo and chicken ticka masala on Saturday, Emily and I requested dough, please, if that wouldn't be too much to ask.
We can speak to the owner if this is a confusing request, we told the waiter.
Well, needless to say we got our dough, and we also received rave reviews last night. The Irish and Dutch seemed to enjoy not only this twist on a classic, but the process of creating their personal pies as well.
Alright. That was so yesterday, and today is today. I have a fair amount to say about today. And by fair I mean that, gosh, I.D.K, I can barely type out entire expressions so maybe it's not the time to share. Even the Malawians acknowledge Malawi time, with a laugh, so maybe it's okay that most of the time I write in the Substantial Retrospect.
T.B.C...
Rebecca
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