Am naa jekker

I'm a chef, quoi.

Lessons I've learned -
1. Pizza tastes better in Senegal
2. Pizza can be made in a frying pan
3. Add "quoi" to every sentence
(literally it means "what" but if you say it with the right gestures it makes you look really cool, and Senegalese, and young and hip and everything. So now that's my new favorite word, quoi).

And now I'm set.

Saturday night Abby, Alisa and I brought our culinary skills together in a master presentation for a gourmet dinner for Alisa's family. Eggplants don't quite have the same fresh, Sauvies Island farmers market taste here...but sauteed, salted, and covered in cheese they end up pretty good. I guess anything sauteed, salted and cheesy would end up pretty good...


Yes there was even an apron and cutting board involved. It was that legit, quoi.

Pan fried pizza - cheese, peppers, olives, onions and eggplants. And no one got burned, too badly.


Alisa and Abby with the hefty dish of food. Did not have much trouble finishing it (there were other people eating too though! Not just us...)

After dinner we went to the British Counsel for an "Around the World" Rap-Slam Poetry performance. I don't know why I don't have pictures. It was a gorgeous runway set up outside in a courtyard, with dancers, singers and lots of dreadlocks.

But now to why I have a husband (am naa jekker, in Wolof). I just went to print off a paper at a cyber cafe (obviously closed..it's Sunday). Took a nice detour on my walk back around the Olympic Stadium (I think). Found out their pool will be open in a week (theoretically, so maybe in a few months on Senegalese time...?) and is open to the public to swim. May have to use it, as the later we're here in Dakar, the hotter it's going to get.

There was also a soccer game and basketball game going on. This was around 4 in the afternoon. As in...4 in the afternoon! one of the hottest parts of the day, and I'm dying just walking around. So on my way back to the SIT office (where I've been kind of doing homework) I had to get a grapefruit (had to) to cool off.

This is where my husband comes in. In exchange for teaching me Pulaar in the future, I will be the fruit stand man's wife. Not too shabby a deal. And I bet I can get a few free grapefruits here and there. Maybe even a mango.

So since I don't take pictures of pretty events, and apparently only food, here is my grapefruit (delicious as always).

... and I bought Madar soap from the boutique across from the office, because tonight I need to do some laundry. Especially now that I have a husband. He may want my clothes to be occasionally not dirty.