Photo 27 Sept

At church! Photo by Jocelyn Frey
Photo 26 Sept

Mr. Studious insisted on wearing his tie today.
Photo 24 Sept

One of those sweet moments.
Food: Imports and Costs
So, it’s about six weeks later since my last food post. Seriously, where does the time go? But, regardless, now I can do a good garden update, right?
Our garden is more of an experiment in tropical gardening than a solid source of food. Pests and fungi have spent more time in our garden, than we have eating from it. But, we’ve had lettuce, tomatoes (like, two), cucumbers, biteku, and lots more on the way. The soil here is mostly sand, so some of the plants, even though we’ve mixed in compost, ash, and fertilizers, just don’t produce fruit. All of them have grown well, but producing fruit? Not so much.
Birds enjoy the green tomatoes before we get to the red ones, the melons and squash have all shriveled before they get big enough to be more then noticed. It’s sort of depressing, but we’re pushing on. It looks like the carrots and onions are enjoying themselves in the ground. The local plants, such as the mitembula and biteku are thriving. I haven’t tried the mitembula, but biteku can be compared to spinach, mostly. It is not like spinach in flavor, but you cook the leafy plant and eat it alone or as part of a dish. It’s pretty good, actually. We did bring some seeds that we ordered online. My “heat resistant” lettuce has done very well, when I remember to go get it. Oh, and the green beans are just fine. Because the food here is “real,” you can plant the seeds from the produce and, for the most part, we’ve been successful in that. We have a lot of papaya trees sprouting along the back wall. It’ll produce more papaya than any one family could eat, but perhaps a good side job, or an easy way to give freely to people who are hungry? I don’t know if we’ll see any fruit before we move out, though. And, if you count the trees as part of our garden, then you’ll be happy to know that we’ve eaten plenty of fresh coconuts and mangos and are anxiously awaiting the avocados. They will be ripe in less than a month. And then we’ll have more avocados than we know what to do with!
So, where does the rest of the food here come from? Everywhere. Literally, every country in the world might send food here. The bulk of our food comes from South Africa and all over Europe. Of course, China is a big contributer. Many of the store owners are from Middle Eastern countries, like Lebanon and Pakistan, so they have their own sources. And, yes, some companies based in the US have food here, but mostly it’s a question of cost. (There are no chains here from the states: food, grocery, or otherwise, by the way. Not even a McDonalds.)
When food comes from everywhere, besides cost, you get the challenge of language. Sometimes it’s in English, sometimes French, sometimes just Arabic or German, or some crazy combination. It’s usually not a problem, but when I need directions and they’re only in Arabic, well, time to get creative! There is no standardization on food labels or packaging requirements, either.

From left to right: Africa’s Choice is a local brand that sells many products, mostly dairy and snacks – this is evaporated milk; Shoprite has it’s own store brand and the packaging is so horrid – it cracks me up; Belle Hollandaise is our favorite powdered milk so far. It tastes almost like the real thing!
My favorite example are the french fries that we buy. I am not a huge french fry person, but everyone else here seemed to always buy them. Somehow, they’re just a good food to have here and now we eat them often. Easy side dish, quick to make (we do fry them in local palm oil), and they’re reasonably affordable.
Of course, the biggest difference here is the cost of food. It’s high for nearly everything, except bread. Local bread is priced by the government at 200FC per loaf. You can get a loaf in any size or shape, but that’s about $0.20 each. And it’s good bread (tasty, not necessarily good for you). Basic, white, fresh-that-day bread. We found a lady a few blocks away who has quite the assortment of shapes and sizes, including delicious eggs rolls that are bright yellow and make great baked French toast.
Prices of meat are high, but not completely out of reach if you are moderate in your consumption. Cheese is extremely expensive, but we do have it, just less than we’re used to (which also might be the reason I’ve lost a lovely 20+lbs and dropped two sizes down to pre-pregnancy weight). Produce, even on the streets, is more than you pay in the Lower 48. However, our sticker shock here is mild after living in Alaska, where, for the same reason of high import costs, food prices are high. You just learn to eat according to budget. It’s too hot to eat too much anyway.

Everday is the “store brand,” but it’s found in almost every store. This is a can of naked tuna. Never mind the dent. They’re all dented. Botulism: bring it on.

Another Everday brand product. They are labeled in French on one side and Dutch on the other. Any guesses as to what this is? (My dear friend, Nicolien, and anyone using Google translate, not invited to participate.)
Next up in the Food Series: Preparation! See our kitchen, what we do when the power is out, and coping with things living in your dry products…
Photo 18 Sept Try 2…

This is the picture that I hear didn’t upload yesterday…
Photo 18 Sept
Bulk order butter. If you’ve never had Kerrygold butter, try some. It’ll change your view on butter forever. (Typically found near the specialty cheese at most groceries in the states.) And here it is the ‘typical’ brand. Awesome perk… If you can’t read it, it is 40 bars (= 40 cups)!!!
Attacked in the Night (sort of)
You know how you mention how something is one way, and then it changes? Like when you’re at work, never say “Man, it’s slow today.” Right? Three days ago Matthew and I were gushing about how good the electricity has been: nearly three weeks without a single outage! Well, the past three days have included outages. Just a few hours (like, seven) so nothing to complain about here in Congo, but still…Murphy’s Law. We don’t believe in luck, bad or good, but sometimes the irony makes you smile…or not.
So yesterday we were gushing about how we haven’t seen a cockroach in the house for weeks.
Oops.
Last night I awakened to a tickle across my neck and down my arm. I assumed my hair was misplaced and picked my head up to stuff it back onto my pillow. As I was doing this, Matthew wakes and starts sweeping the top of his chest with his hand.
“Are you ok?” I asked.
“Oh, just a tickle on me.”
I instantly was wide awake and sitting up, even before I could think.
“No no, it was a dream or in my head or something. I’m sure of it. Go back to sleep.”
I reasoned that I was sure mine was my hair. I began to lay back down, making sure my hair is all above my head, and Matthew rolls away to the other side. Just as he settles…
“Um.” The most loaded “um” you’ve ever heard in. your. life.
I was sitting up again, cringing, and stupidly asked “What…”
Somehow this amazing man I married is calm. He calmly said to me “Turn around.” So I quickly faced the other direction. I hear a bit of shuffling of bedding.
“Get out of bed.” I quickly slipped under the mosquito netting and am by the doorway to the room. I am kicking myself, hard, for not grabbing my glasses. I am nearly blind without them, so I am in the dark and practically blind. I look into the fuzzy shadow and see Matthew maneuvering around the bed.
“Turn on the light and leave the room.” Switch flipped and I’m gone. I creep into the dark living room, with light streaming from around the yard enough to allow me to see. I childishly avoid the black tiles and only step on the white ones. I can see just enough definition to see something large and black on the white tiles if I need to. So far, the living room seems safe.
I hear the bug spray. The smell of Baygone will probably be one of my biggest memories of Africa.
After just a minute all is quiet and Matthew steps into the hallway and motions to me. However, I can’t see his hand without my glasses. Not knowing whether it was a thumbs up or a wait-right-there, I wait. Then, he steps into the bathroom. I waited a few minutes then cowered to join him as he washed his hands. I ask him how it’s going. He says there is nothing to worry about. I ask several more stupid questions. Everything is fine, he calmly assures me.
We creep back into bed, with the light still on. I do a thorough search of the covers, including the flapping of myself to get the tickle away. I tell Matthew that I can’t easily go back to sleep, got a book, and settled in. He is so manly, that he fell instantly asleep.
Needless to say, my sleep the rest of the night was not so good. Every little movement woke me, which is a lot when you’re sleeping under a mosquito net with a ceiling fan on. Ugh.
And that is how we were attacked in the night.
Photo 16 Sept

Just a little Lincoln Log time with Daddy!
Up She Goes
I love this picture. We did new family photos and Amelia’s One Year photos on the same day. Amelia would only truly smile if Daddy was outside with us. Anyway, you can see our new family photo as our profile picture on the blog (if you’re reading this in your inbox). Jocelyn Frey, fellow MAF wife and new momma to Ruth (see Amelia’s birthday post), was sweet enough to donate her talents and time.
Update
Just a quick update since a few have asked about our safety, referencing the US Embassy attacks in other countries. We are fine and haven’t heard of any problems downtown. Our biggest concern tonight is that we are on hour five of a power loss. But if you live here, you know that is hardly a worry at all!





