Some thoughts from the author…

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It’s been a gut and heart wrenching week of ups and downs for the well digging project at Sangano

You might remember a few weeks ago I shared that we’d made arrangements with a local company to do the survey and find out if there was any water in the area. The company, Water Solutions, arranged for the survey right away.

There are specific criteria that must be met before they can survey for the well. They can’t dig the well anywhere near any pit latrines, for instance. There was a narrow area of land where the surveyor could use his equipment. His report came back that the ground penetrating radar had shown several features indicating the presence of water. We could dig and hope to find water if we went deep enough.

Nothing ever works quite like you plan it here. The boring machine needed a new part before they could begin. The company had to order it from Kenya. Customs held them up at the border with it for three weeks. They didn’t even start digging until this last week.

The first day, they weren’t able to start until the surveyor arrived to show them the spot. They started digging. They reached the level at which he’d first seen indication of water. Nothing.

They tried a second location. Still nothing.

They dug deeper. The boring machine reached mud and some muddy water. But no matter how deep they went, there was no clear, drinkable water, nothing that could be pumped out of the ground.

It appears that the severe drought experienced by that region, coupled with the large amount of refugees in the area has used up all the available water table.

I cannot express the level of discouragement we’ve felt the last few days.

Our people had hope that they’d no longer have to go without water. Our people were eager that this privation would be over as soon as the well was installed. But they can’t use what isn’t there.

We had hoped that some suffering could be alleviated with this well. We’d hoped this would cut down on the sickness and diseases that come from drinking dirty water. We have to take medicine out for these illnesses, knowing full well the people will have to go back to drinking bad water and will get sick again.

Right now, we’re waiting to hear from Water Solutions. They’ll be refunding part of the money we paid since they didn’t find water. Then we’ll look into buying water reclamation tanks and setting up guttering in time for the rainy season. The people can collect rainwater in preparation for the next dry season. But the rainy season won’t be here for almost 2 months.

Please pray for our people not to be discouraged – that God will give them hope. Pray for another good rainy season and that it will start earlier than expected for the refugee camp.

Right now, our prayer is that our Water of Life, Jesus Christ, will give us wisdom as we seek to help these people with one of their most basic needs and in so doing, doors will be opened to reach them with the Eternal Water so they’ll never thirst again.

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So, you’ve decided to take the plunge and visit the most beautiful continent on earth? Good for you! You won’t regret it! Here are a few things you need to know to get you started.

1. Make sure your passport is up to date.

Believe it or not, you’ll need your passport first, even before you book your ticket. Most airlines won’t even reserve the ticket without a valid passport number. 

I love looking at my old passports and seeing all the places I’ve been. I love looking through new passports, anticipating places I’ll get to visit – all those fantastic entry visas, just waiting to be stamped!

2. Book your ticket

You’ll need to start working on this as soon as possible to get the best deal. You can’t really buy anything until about 6 months before your travel date. 6-8 weeks is the sweet spot for deals.

It’s also helpful to know when the “on” and “off” seasons are for the country you want to visit. Obviously, it will cost less to fly in the “off” season. For instance, Uganda has two “off” seasons during the rainy seasons. I personally think the best time to visit is in the rainy season. Everything is lush and green. But, due to the unpredictability of the weather, most people prefer to come in the dry season.

For the best possible prices, leave your travel dates somewhat flexible. Numerous times for us, a variation of 3-7 days has saved us hundreds of dollars per ticket.

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3. Find out how to get the entry visa for the country you to plan to visit.

Many African countries give you your entry visa (a stamp inside your passport) upon your arrival. Most require a fee for this. You can easily find the cost online.

However, many countries are changing their procedure. Rwanda now requires the visa ahead of time. If you don’t already have that stamp, they’ll put you right back on the plane out of the country.

Other countries allow you to pay for the visa online, print a receipt, and receive your stamp upon entry when you show them the receipt. It expedites the process when you get off the plane. 

You can find out the procedure to receive the visa you need online. I recommend researching this as soon as you get your ticket.

4. Get travel shots from your local health department.

You might just need a tetanus or MMR booster. But you might need more shots than that. If you’re traveling into Uganda, for instance, you have to be able to prove, upon entry, that you’ve received a yellow fever vaccine. If you can’t, they’ll give you the vaccine right there in the airport and charge you 3 times what you’d pay anywhere else in the country.

I recommend the health department because their prices will be the best and they will only give the shots you need. Sometimes doctor’s offices or travel nurses will recommend a list of shots, but these shots are expensive and unnecessary. You might need an appointment for the health department travel nurse so call as soon as you know travel dates to set this up.

5. Know your luggage allowance.

Used to be, you could fly with two checked pieces of 70 pound luggage and two carry ons. Those were the days, my friend! Today, standard allowance is 1 to 2 checked bags, weighing no more than 50 pounds (22-23 kilos) each and 1 to 2 carry on pieces weighing no more than 7 kilos (about 15 pounds) each. And yes, they now weigh the carry on pieces.

You might think that’s a lot. It isn’t.

You also have to consider the total dimensions of the bags. Airlines recently reduced the size of bags they allowed to be checked and carried on. Most checked pieces have to be less than 100 cm or 60 inches total dimensions (in other words, add up the height+length+depth and this number must be equal to or less than the allotted amount). 

Take it from personal experience that there is nothing more frustrating than getting to the check-in desk and finding most of your bags overweight. God has blessed us with very understanding agents so far. But I’ve watched families spread out their luggage right in front of the desk to try to readjust everything to fit and not have to pay huge fees.

So weigh everything. Twice. Maybe three times. 

6. Inform your bank of your travel plans.

Used to be, you had to travel with large amounts of cash on your person, then find a reputable forex bureau or bank to exchange your money for the local currency of the country you planned to visit.

Technology now allows most travelers to use their bank card for money withdrawals wherever they visit. 

That is IF the bank knows you’re traveling.

Nothing gets your card shut down faster than a transaction taking place outside the US, especially in Africa. Then you have to find a way to get in touch with the bank and let them know it really was you that made the transaction and that no one has stolen your card. It’s a pain! Sometimes it happens even when the bank knows you’re traveling.

Most of the time, simply emailing or calling your bank and putting a note on your account informing them of your travel dates will keep this from happening. Not always, but most of the time. Another option is using a recognized travel credit card (like American Express or Charles Schwab’s Visa), and paying it off as soon as you finish your trip. This only works if the card allows you to make cash withdrawals, because most of Africa uses cash only (there are exceptions and these expand every year).

Whatever you do, you’ll need to plan for it ahead of time and let all appropriate parties know what is going on.

7. Register your travel plans with the US Embassy in the country you plan to visit.

It’s important for the US Embassy (the State Department) to know where you are overseas and when. They’ll send you important travel information and restrictions. If they know where you are and when, they can help you if you have an emergency. It’s one of the many perks of being a US citizen. 

An Egypt Air flight disappeared over the Mediterranean Sea right before we had tickets to travel to Egypt ON an Egypt Air flight. We’d registered with the US Embassy in Egypt. They sent out a message informing us of the new security measures Egypt had put in place to protect travelers into and out of their country. We were able to inform our family back in the States that we were completely safe to continue with our plans.

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There’s what you need to know to get you started! It’s pretty simple if you just work through the steps.

So book that trip! You’re in for the experience of a lifetime!

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Church in Uganda is always interesting and lively. Every week, I’m thankful that I get to be a participant. Here is a video with a glimpse into an average trip to church on Sunday.

 

Question: What do you do if something you bought in the US breaks when you get it to Uganda? There are no repairmen for this item in the whole country. There is no place to get parts. How do you deal with it?

You figure out how to fix it yourself. 

Ugandan furniture isn’t the same quality as American. But even more importantly, it’s short. Much shorter than the tall people who live at my house. We tried it when we first arrived here and discovered it wasn’t all that comfortable.

So, back in 2015, when we shipped our container of books, we had enough room to include some furniture from America, furniture that would be tall enough for all our tall people here.

Due to a variety of circumstance that I won’t go into here, half of the loveseat/recliner broke. A metal piece bent and we couldn’t figure out a way to get it straight again. It eventually reached the point where it was uncomfortable to use.

It’s frustrating to have something like that in your house, a constant reminder that no one around has the expertise to make a needed repair, simply by virtue of the fact that they’ve never encountered it. After a long, think-outside-the-box discussion a couple weeks ago, James decided to make another go at figuring out how to fix it.

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He and Ethan took the chair apart and figured out a way to straighten the metal pieces that were bent. Then they put the whole thing together again. The lever that raised the footrest had broken a while ago (It’s plastic, and apparently breaks easily; but I reference the long story I didn’t go into above). They rigged it to work again until we could get a replacement part for it.

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It took a couple hours, but the chair is usable again. It’s one less thing to have as a niggling stress always in the background. And we can again enjoy this thing God provided for us!

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It’s almost been a year since we got back to Uganda from furlough. As I think back over the last couple years, here are some things that came to mind…

On Staying Relevant

We were stuck in Egypt. The man we’d hired to take us to the airport hadn’t shown up at the appointed time. Turns out, because it was Ramadan, he’d passed out on the way to get us and had to be taken to the hospital. 

I messaged my family about our quandary. My sister messaged back “Too bad you can’t call an Uber.”

An Uber? What was an Uber? I’d never heard of it before. So I asked. And she explained it. She was gracious. It hadn’t been a thing the last time I was in the US.

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We hadn’t been in the States long when I needed to make a Walmart run. I found what I needed and made it to the cash register to pay without crying or having to ask for directions.

I hadn’t used a debit card in years. (Where we are in Uganda is cash only. I’m not aware of any stores in our town that take debit cards as payment. We used to have one but it closed.) 

I thought I knew what to do. I swiped my card. “Please insert card in the chip reader” came the error message.

“You can’t swipe it. You have to insert the chip,” said the lady at the checkout.

“I don’t have a chip,” I said. “All I have is this card.”

“No. The chip. The chip there on the card.” She rolled her eyes and walked around the counter. “Here, let me.”

Then she showed me how to use a chip reader. While everyone behind me also rolled their eyes and groaned. I didn’t blame them.

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I needed a dish drain rack while in the US. In Uganda, I know of at least 5 different stores where I can buy one. But I stood in Walmart for a long time contemplating in which department I’d find it. I finally ended up wandering the aisles until I located them.

You see, dish drain racks are sold in plastics stores here, not in housewares stores.

You buy eggs at the gas station or hardware store. (You can get them at the grocery store, but you pay more there.)

You can buy hair dye and sewing supplies at the convenience “store” up the road.

To shop in Uganda, you have to think outside the box. It’s difficult to begin thinking inside the box again when you visit the US.

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The term “fast food” in Uganda is a misnomer. “Fast food” here takes between 1.5 and 2 hours to receive once you’ve ordered it. We get around this by getting the phone number for our favorite places and placing an order a couple hours early so it’s done by the time we’re ready for it. 

The first time we ordered food in the US after living in Uganda for a few years, it came out in less than 30 minutes. 

“Did they even cook this?” I blurted before I even thought about it. We’d gotten so used to the wait, that it seemed abnormal to not have to wait very long.

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We’re always surprised by the pace of life in the US. 

Everything moves slower in Uganda. You learn to expect it. Most people don’t rush around to do anything. You can get things done “now” — sometime in the future, eventually — or “now now” — they’ll be working on it in the next hour or two. If you rush around and try to do things at your own speed, you get frustrated. Consequently, you learn to do everything slower.

You learn not to arrive “on time” because “on time” here is at least an hour after the time they told you on the invitation or schedule.

You learn to talk slower because people can’t understand your accent and you struggle to understand (or pick) theirs.

Evenings are spent at home with family. You don’t go anywhere after dark because it’s not safe. There aren’t street lights so you really don’t see pedestrians or cows until you’re right up on them and it’s too late.

Then you reach the US where “on time” is 20-30 minutes early. People talk so fast you can’t hear them fast enough. You have one event after another scheduled throughout the day and into the late evening.

It’s overwhelming when you’ve adjusted to something else. Just simply driving after dark is terrifying when you haven’t done it for years.

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There are also adjustments when we’ve been in the US and come back to Uganda. When we arrived back after our last furlough, we found out the water company was having problems. We were without water more times in the first 3 months of being in Uganda again than we had been the entire 6 years previously put together.

A grocery store we liked (because they sometimes carried items geared toward foreigners — like Chinese food) closed.

The internet, which had always been iffy before, was rarely faster than the old dial-up speeds from the 1990s. Sometimes it was off for days and weeks at a time.

The roads in our area had deteriorated to the point they were more pothole than road.

Uganda was still in a drought. Our once-green mountain was dry and brown. This lasted until we’d been back in Uganda for almost 4 months.

The changes were jarring. It took us longer to adapt back to life here than we would have liked. 

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So, when you encounter a missionary and they seem clueless or uncertain, try to be understanding. They may not have any idea what is going on and are just winging it. Take a minute to let them catch up. Ask if they have any questions. Spell everything out, even if you think they should understand it. They might not. 

They may be overwhelmed by everything around them. By everyone around them. They may not be handling how fast everything moves. They might feel like crying every time they look at the available choices everywhere they go — from Walmart to restaurant menus. 

Because there’s always a learning curve to staying relevant to your culture of origin when you’ve been away from it for a while. And there’s always a learning curve coming back to your host culture.

We arrived back in Uganda a year ago. James had gotten a bunch of work done on the vehicle before we came back. We thought it needed an overhaul but it ended up needing a whole new engine. The mechanic replaced some seats that were falling apart, and put on new tires. Then he painted the whole thing to deal with rust forming on the hood and roof. It looked like a brand new car.

But it didn’t sound like one. The new engine sounded great! But the air conditioner blower had an….odd…. sound. Sort of a low growl. I have hearing loss in one ear and the pitch was enough to make me feel like my teeth were trying to vibrate out of my mouth. But I put up with it. We have a new engine, right? Everything is working like gangbusters, right? :cue nervous laughter:

In recent days the sound got worse. Sometimes we’d hit a bump in the road and the fan would start a high-pitched whining sound. There’ve been a LOT of bumps in our roads, too. The other day we hit a bump and the growl increased in volume. We turned off the fan for a couple minutes, turned it back on and voila! the noise when back to it’s normal growl. We decided the fan motor must be dying and tried not to worry about it.

We usually walk everywhere in town, but now and then we’re in a hurry and drive. Last night was one such time. James needed to get to town and back quickly. He and Ethan jumped in the vehicle and left. 

They hit a bump (as we’re wont to do) and the fan started rattling and blowing dust out of the vents and all over them. They turned off the A/C but the rattle didn’t stop. James drove it the rest of the way home, parked it, and called the mechanic. We figured the motor for the fan had died. He wanted to be sure the serpentine belt wouldn’t break if we drove it to church and back today.

The mechanic was about 2 hours away and he said he’d come straight here and look at it. We were thrilled about this! We had a couple hundred doses of malaria meds we needed to take to church.

He’d only been at our house checking the fan for a few minutes when he texted the following picture to James:

Rattling Fan

That, my friends, is the fan housing in the state the mechanic found it. Sometime, before we came back from furlough, a rat had built a nest inside. There were trash, sticks, and even a dead bird or two in there. (Where is the barfy emoticon when you need it?) Then, that dirt and air had been blowing over us when we rode in the vehicle.

And we wondered why we kept getting head colds all year. :-/

The mechanic cleaned it out. Now it sounds just like a fan should. 

We got to church with no trouble and delivered all the medicine. They’ve repaired part of the road. Hopefully, they’ll get another big chunk done before we go out again.

In the meantime, I’m grateful to not be breathing in ratty air! Literally!

I haven’t posted a blog update in a while. Sometimes (thankfully!) things go smoothly and we don’t have anything unusual happen. We keep pretty busy with living life as a general rule. It’s nice when the car works, church services go smoothly, and nothing unexpected happens. Here are a few of the things we’ve had happen in the last couple weeks. Not enough for a blog post on their own, but each significant in its way.

A Fence for Kabazana

A couple weeks ago the folks at Kabazana got in touch with James. The next door neighbor to the church had been grazing his cows on the church property. The church people had planted beans there and then put up a hedge (that wasn’t yet very big). He turned his cows loose in there anyway and the cows ate the beans. 

Through a course of events, the local chairman got involved. He told the church people they had to let the man graze his cows there. Turns out, the neighbor had bribed him with a cow. 

We started asking around to figure out what legal measures we needed to have in place so the chairman couldn’t do this. Meanwhile, they went to talk to the chairman’s boss. That man had heard good things about the church. And he hadn’t been bribed. He issued a certificate, like an occupancy permit for the property there. He said the church was allowed to fence in their property and keep the cows off.

The next week, we put up a fence. Well, the church people did. 🙂 It’s a simple structure, just poles and barbed wire. The plan is for the hedge to grow up along the barbed wire. It will provide a place for the church people to grow things and hold classes without having to dodge, well, cow mess.

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A Well for Sangano

When we were in the US we raised money to put in wells at our churches. God provided enough for one well. After several very bad dry seasons, everyone could see the need for better access to water.

Our only struggle was finding a place who would dig the well for a reasonable price. We found a place in Kampala but they wanted $2500 just for the survey (they use ground penetrating radar to locate water and see how deep it is and how much water is available). That price seemed high to us, so we kept looking.

Not long ago, a “Water Solutions” place opened in our town! They dig wells and boreholes, among other things. We stopped in there to talk with them about our need at Sangano. They can do the survey for 1/4 of the price the other place gave us! Not only that, because they are in our town, they are close enough to do maintenance easily and inexpensively. We’re hoping to hear back about the survey early this next week!

Medicine for Everyone

It’s the end of the rainy season here. We’ve had a great rainy season and the crops look wonderful. But a good rainy season also means more mosquitos. They always get frantic when the rain stops and malaria cases shoot up.

God provided a gift this month that was enough, not only to put up the fence at Kabazana, but also to buy medicine for our church people. We know of quite a few cases of malaria and “flu” out there right now so we’ll be taking a supply to each of the churches on Sunday.

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Last Sunday, Esperanza told me she’d hurt her back and needed something for the pain. She also needed food and charcoal. We feel that 1) God commands us to care for widows and 2) that care is supposed to come through the local church. So we gave money to the church leaders to get her the things she needed immediately. We’re taking the medicine for her back on Sunday. (Frankly, when I reach 105 years old like Esperanza, I hope back pain is my only complaint! This sweet lady walks to and from church every week.)

A Church for Isanja

The church at Isanja hasn’t weathered the rainy season well. While it hasn’t fallen down like the church at Ngarama did last year, it is slowly deteriorating. Large cracks have formed at one end of the church. You can see through to the outside. If they get a bad storm (which sometimes happens at the beginning and end of the rainy season) that end of the church will probably fall down.

We’re praying, along with the church people, that God provides for their church to be rebuilt. It’s quickly becoming urgent.

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A few months ago I posted about shopping in our open air market. A couple weeks ago I posted a video of a trip there

We don’t do all of our shopping in the open air market. Our town has several good grocery stores where we buy other things — the things you can’t get at the market.

We used to have a huge, chain grocery store in town. You could get things there that you couldn’t get anywhere else. They went out of business due to corruption in their leadership. 

Thankfully, several of the other grocery stores have stepped in to take up the slack.

We do most of our shopping at Apple Door to Door Supermarket. Nishit, who owns the store, used to manage another grocery store in town (that also went out of business, but that’s another story). When he was fired from his job at the other grocery, he opened Apple Door to Door. He stocks things that many of the other stores don’t — like Dr. Pepper, and American chocolate. He also keeps bacon and sliced ham in stock. We buy Indian snacks for homemade snack mix from him. I’m sure his eyes get shilling signs in them when he sees us coming. 😉

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The great part is that Nishit has become a friend. We’ve watched his two girls grow up. His oldest is the same age as my youngest. He and his wife go for morning walks and we see them while we’re out jogging. Sometimes he stocks things just because he knows we like them.

Golf Course Supermarket opened right before the other big chain store opened. I didn’t really like Golf Course at first. Their prices were higher than everywhere else. Then they learned about competitive pricing and everything changed. 

Golf Course is owned and run by a sweet Ugandan woman. She has made changes little by little to attract a diverse clientele. It helps that the store is less than a mile from our house, so if I need something I can walk there and back in less than 20 minutes.

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Kirimi Supermarket used to be a tiny, hole-in-the-wall store. I rarely shopped there because it was out of my normal route to and from town. Our guy, Athen, kept telling me I needed to check out the store. 

About 3 years ago, they built a new, bigger store. It’s also owned and run by a Ugandan woman, though I’ve only seen her a couple times. She stocks primarily things that locals will enjoy. The longer we’ve lived here, the more I buy local stuff. 

About 9 months ago, they opened a bakery and deli at Kirimi. The big chain store had a huge bakery and deli but it closed at least a year before the store. Having this open at Kirimi has been a blessing! Their whole wheat bread is soft and delicious. They sell individual Ugandan pizzas. (Not like American pizza, but still good). The store also sells several things we like but can’t find at any of the other stores.

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I carry my own cloth shopping bags everywhere and all the shopkeepers in all the grocery stores tease me on the rare occasion I forget. They also tease when I shop by myself because James usually goes and helps me carry it home.

I like that there isn’t usually a huge selection. You can find what you need, but they only have one brand of it. Easy decision. Those stores in the US with 100 different kinds of the same thing make me want to cry. Here, my choice is already made. 

I personally think that shopping was one of the easiest things for me to adapt to here. It’s simple, straightforward, small town, local. I love that I’m supporting local business people, most of them women. I love that I know the clerks and they know me. Like everything else here, it’s all about the relationship. And that relationship is how you can have a real impact on people’s lives.

(All photos taken with permission from the store owners.)

My special helper took video of our trip to the Wednesday Market this week. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. It’s easier for you to imagine our life here if you can see it. James took the video while we walked. He put the camera in his shirt pocket so it’s a little jumpy at times. But still, you can see what it’s like when we shop there every week. Enjoy!

Sunday was our final showing of the Jesus film at the refugee camp. Kabazana had been waiting to see it for more than a month.

The road to the camp has gotten even worse in the last few days. Benjamin, one of the men who helps us out there, said they’d had heavy rain several days in a row. It’s a good thing for the crops, but a bad thing for the roads. It took us much longer to get out there than we thought it would because we had to drive slow.

The steady drizzle slowed things down even further. Only a few people were even at church when we arrived. The people arrived in a steady stream, in spite of the rain. Soon we had at least 100 people, half of them children, in attendance. There was standing room only in the back.

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Every one of our churches has a different…culture, for lack of a better word. At Kabazana, their responses were boisterous. They laughed out loud at the places they found funny. The women wept openly as they watched Jesus’ crucifixion. They laughed again and rejoiced when he was alive. 4 people raised their hands for salvation!

After the service, the ladies of the church served food to church members. It’s difficult accepting food from refugees. But we live in a hospitality culture. If you do something for people, they feel they need to do something for you in return. We’d shown the movie and brought food on other occasions so they wanted to do something for us.

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The food they cook is SO GOOD!!! They make this cabbage dish…if a person could get fat on cabbage, I’d want to get fat on the cabbage they make. I’ve tried replicating it but haven’t been successful — yet. I’m determined to figure it out. I’ve asked. They’ve told me what they do. Mine never turns out right. One of these days I’m going to have to watch them cook it. The same with their beans.

But that’s another thing about here — you don’t go in the kitchen unless invited. The cooking area is usually a separate building or at least curtained off from the rest of the house. So I’d have to be rude to even ask for permission to see them cook it. I’ll have to risk it. Their cabbage and beans are too good not to!