No Bones

On Saturday, my team-mate Sarah and I decided to host Easter dinner for a few precious friends in the area. At 11AM we hopped on to our squeaky, but new, bikes and road 15 minutes into the heart of Soroti town. There we wound our way through the market, buying fresh fruit and veggies, but also bigger purchases, like a tea kettle, pots, and plastic containers. Our hands and bikes were fully loaded on the way home. Items balanced carefully in our baskets and by using old tire rubber ropes, we tied the big items to the carrier behind our bottoms. We fit right in with the locals.... well, in terms of carrying things on our bikes anyways. All the while carrying fresh eggs in our hands so they wouldn't break in the baskets. :)

We spent the whole afternoon cooking and cutting up things. I cooked a whole chicken, but proceeded to pull the meat off of the bones to make a stew. When I served it that night, all the Ugandans asked where the bones were. They had no idea that chicken could be eaten with out bones and they feel like they haven't eaten unless they have crunched on a few pieces of cartilage. :) They also enjoyed the devilled eggs, but where in the world did that phrase come from? They could not believe that we cooked all of the main dishes ourselves... no house helper or cook. Although we did have a friend spend the afternoon with us... she made very hard, but yummy, donuts.

Everyone was super grateful for the Easter meal!! A great time to remember that Christ the Lord has risen and God is good!