Saturday, May 10, 2014

“Tut, Tut, looks like rain” ― A.A. Milne

God had a little surprise for us last night.  Just as everyone knew the rainy season was over—one of the surest examples is that the brick makers begin their craft—we had what we used to call in Texas a “gully washer.”   It caught all of us by surprise and around midnight we were rushing around slamming shutters and lowering the awnings outside to keep the hardest rain where it belongs—outside.  We had a little water damage inside but not much and John and I were able to deal with it.  It caused lots of problems with the locals who had started rethatching but hadn’t finished.  Many, many people had muddy floods instead of floors in their huts and houses.  Of course, every cloud has a silver lining—at least for me.  After John and I had battened down the hatches and mopped up the water, we were too wired to go back to sleep.  John had the bright idea to use the internet to find Paula Deane’s recipes for biscuits and sausage gravy that we could do with what we had in the house.  I try very hard to stay out of John’s way when he is on a quest like this, especially if there is a payoff for me.  Darned if he didn’t find what he was looking for and we made a pact to get back up at six am to see it it would work.  I smuggled a big ole cast iron skillet in my suitcase when we moved here in 2005 thinking it might be our only cooking implement.  Paula said we needed to do this in a cast iron skillet, and by golly we had one.  John made eighteen of the flakiest biscuits I have ever eaten (course it’s been over ten years since I had any) and then proceeded to make a skillet full of sausage gravy.  All I can say is that when Juliana and Charlini arrived around 8:30 am, there was nothing for them to taste.  Not only were the sausage and biscuits absolutely delicious, they brought memories of my childhood flooding in.  John and I are both “shiba sana” which means too full to fit in another crumb.  We both went back to bed and do not plan on eating lunch and maybe dinner.  Amazing what a sudden rainstorm in the dry season can do for a culinary delight.  Woo boy, shades of all those great breakfasts in Gravette and Fayetteville.  We are two happy and full missionaries this day.  Some bad things can produce some really good things—it happened here today.
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