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A few weeks ago I posted about the dry season here in Africa. This last dry season was long and very dry. Longer than normal, though not as long as they had last year when there was a severe drought and famine. 

Each season has its benefits. Dry season? The weather is predictable. It will be sunny and hot every day. It’s often windy. Sometimes it get cloudy in the afternoon because of the heating of the day, but it doesn’t rain. It gets very cool at night because there is no cloud cover to trap in the warm air.

Rainy season is not so predictable, though you do get to be pretty good at guessing the weather, even without a meteorologist. 

The weather gradually eases from one season to another. First, you get a surprise shower that pops up in the afternoon. It doesn’t rain long, barely enough to settle the dust or wet the ground. Sometimes it doesn’t even rain. The clouds will thicken and threaten it imminently, but it blows over.

Then, some evening as you sit relaxing before bed, you hear light sprinkles outside. It doesn’t rain long, but this is usually a lighter soaking rain that jump-starts the grass and plants. You start to notice that the grass needs to be cut, even though you don’t think you’ve gotten much rain.

Next, you get days when you wake in the morning to oppressive humidity — for here anyway. It’s not actually that high but after weeks of dry season low humidity, it feels like breathing under a wet blanket. Most days like this start out sunny, heat quickly, then a pressure system builds up and storms form. Some of these storms can be severe. 

Finally, the season settles in and you get rain, if not every day, the several days a week. Some days you wake to rain showers that last most of the day. Other times, the day starts off sunny but showers form in the afternoon. 

The rainy season tapers back into the dry season in the reverse of this pattern until the rain just stops for a couple months. 

I love the cool rainy days of the rainy season. I love how green everything gets.

I don’t love all the mud, but it’s a nice change from the dust of the dry season. It’s a pain to get clothes dry some days. Those cloudy cool days, even if it isn’t raining, clothes can hang out all day and still not get dry. We just have to follow our version of the adage “Hang laundry while the sun shines.”

Finally!

As promised!

The pasta sauce recipe I use!

This sauce is delicious. I eat a little pasta with my sauce if I can get away with it. I got this recipe from Sandy Panagos years ago in a cookbook she helped put together for me as a wedding present.

Pasta Sauce

  • 3T oil
  • 2 cloves (or more) garlic (I use the whole bulb in my stockpot full of sauce.)
  • 1 pound ground beef (omit if you are making pizza sauce)
  • 1/2 c. chopped onion
  • 1/2 c. green peppers (not in original recipe, but we like green peppers in our sauce)
  • 28oz. can diced tomatoes
  • 6 oz can tomato paste
  • 15 oz can tomato sauce
  • 1/2 tsp. oregano
  • 1/2 tsp. basil
  • 1 tsp. salt
  • 1/2 tsp pepper (I omit; I don’t like the flavor of pepper in my sauce.)
  • 1 T. sugar (I omit; fresh tomatoes have enough sweet to offset the bitter you get from cooking them. That said, if my sauce is coming out bitter, I add some sugar to taste.)
  • 1 T. dried parsley

Brown garlic, onion, green peppers, and beef in oil. Add remaining ingredients. Simmer until thick. Serve with 14-16oz package cooked noodles of choice.

This is fairly self explanatory, though what foodie post would be complete without pictures?

I cook my onions and green peppers until they are done. This only takes a few minutes. It takes longer to cut them up than it does to cook them. Sometimes I add my spices to this mixture and sometimes I add them with the tomatoes. It depends on if I’m using fresh or dried spices (fresh I run through the blender with the tomatoes).

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I usually run the garlic cloves in the tomatoes. I used to use a press for it all the time, but when you are pressing a bulb at a time, this gets tedious.

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I don’t seed or peel the tomatoes since I’m freezing it. It doesn’t seem to change the texture or flavor at all. I’ve read that you’d need to do both if you were to can it. Also, we can only get Roma tomatoes here. They tend to have a lower water content and tender skins so that might also make a difference.

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I leave my tomatoes a tad chunky since that’s how I like it. 😉

Once the pan is full you let it simmer for a couple hours. First it looks like this:

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light red, bubbly, thin. 

As it cooks, the bubbles turn to foam.

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It’s getting there, but it still isn’t quite done. Just keep simmering and stirring.

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The finished sauce is deep red (even without food coloring), thick, and fragrant.

Now you’re ready to top your pizza! (Or you can just eat the sauce out of the pan with a spoon. That’ll work, too. 😉 )

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Find the crust post here and the first part of the sauce post here.

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Shopping in Africa is nothing like shopping in the US. It was one of the most frightening things about coming here. Where do people shop? What do they buy? Are the grocery stores anything like the ones in America?

With six kids, we look for ways to get food as inexpensively as possible. When we first got here, I shopped in the Central Market – an aptly named open air market right in the middle of town. However, quantity was hard to come by at a good price. James learned about Western Market, inaptly named as it is actually east of town. The prices were better, but it was more than 10km away so the added distance soon outweighed the savings of shopping there.

Then James discovered the market out at the refugee camp. We started buying from a beautiful woman named Angelique. 

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We bought our veggies from her for years. Then she moved to Mozambique and her brother took over the shop. After that we struggled with supply issues. Sometimes he would have things, sometimes he didn’t. He didn’t seem as keen on running the business as she had.

We needed another source of veggies and decided to try something closer to home.

Not long before we left on our first furlough, Carla Bassett introduced me to the Wednesday market, not far from our house. I went once. It was loud, crowded, and overwhelming. I had no idea even where to begin shopping there.

About that time, another missionary couple moved here. The Campbells were planning to go to Rwanda but spent a year in Uganda to adapt to living in Africa before moving to a place where they’d be basically on their own. We became good friends.

We needed veggies. I knew about the Wednesday market but didn’t want to attempt it on my own. Christine Campbell was game to try it with me.

We launched into the unknown… and I fell in love with the Wednesday market.

I’ve been shopping there ever since. 

I even got pretty good at clothing shopping there. I’ve found the cutest clothes for Brennah, jeans and workout clothes for the boys, coats — yes, winter coats — for all the kids (and they were only $1 each!), baby clothes for women at the refugee camp, shoes for all the kids, plastic goods, I could go on and on. 

Shopping there is an experience in and of itself. Most of the vendors are limited in their knowledge of English so it’s great language practice. I make the most embarrassing mistakes there. People laugh at me. I laugh at me. I’m usually the only white person there. But people have gotten to know me. If I look lost, they help me. A few times I’ve had people lead me around to help me find something I was looking for. 

Brennah asked me the other day, “Mom, why do they call the Wednesday market the Wednesday market?”

“Because they only have it on Wednesday,” I answered.

“OH!” she exclaimed. “That’s why you can’t go on Thursday if you need to!”

Yep, that pretty much sums it up. If you miss the Wednesday market, you get to wait a week to go again. We don’t miss many Wednesdays at the market around here. 😉 

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