Saturday was cultural cooking day for our training. All of the trainees, trainers and host families came together and cooked traditional Namibian dishes from different areas of the country. Our Otjiherero group made homemade bread cooked in a pot in a hole in the ground and cooked all the parts of a sheep, including the head! I took part and scraped the charred hair of the sheep off of the head and a hoof – I think. Other groups cooked traditional fish and beef dishes, porridge, breads, stews and fresh chicken. We watched (and some trainees helped) as they took the live chickens out of the box, held them still over a large brick and cut their heads right off. Their feathers were then plucked and then they were cooked up for us to eat. Freshest chicken I’ve ever had – but definitely not for the faint of heart. My favorite dish was the “fatcakes” – think funnel cakes without the powdered sugar. Yum!! Enjoy the pics!
*Note – the traditional dress of the women that you see in most of the pictures of the ladies with the hats that look to be like cattle horns are that of the Otjiherero women. The Otjiherero culture is largely based around cattle farming, which explains the traditional hats for the women.
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ReplyDeleteAmy, I really enjoy your updates.
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So proud of you! Love, Mills
ReplyDeleteWow, I am amazed! I can't tell you how much I enjoy reading and seeing your updates, and can't begin to imagine the transition (I don't think that "transition" even begins to describe!). Keep your head up, and always remember that you're doing what most people are too scared/ comfortable/ lazy/ selfish to do (myself included). Love ya!
ReplyDelete--Jules
Love keeping up with you... I check the blog daily and find myself rereading your posts and admiring your photos. Scraping charred hair?!?!? Never thought I would see the day. Hang in there. xoxo
ReplyDeleteHi, Amy, Love reading your updates. I experienced deja vu reading about "Cooking Day" having witnessed my grandfather whack off many a chicken head when I visited their farm. For a prissy, little city girl, it was quite a sight to see the poor hen running around 'like a chicken with its head cut off' before plopping dead to the ground. Mammaw would then boil them, pluck them and I remember one time she even pulled an egg out of one saying "That will be the last egg this hen will lay." Sounds like you have a wonderful host family--what a blessing. Can't wait to share the language difficulty with my 6th graders. Know I'm thinking and praying for you daily!
ReplyDeleteOOPS! That last post from anynymous was me--Kathy Howells. Not sure what I should comment as, so always do anon.
ReplyDeleteAlways ready to read something new. Very proud of you and the writing is wonderful. Can't imagine you doing this but what an experience for you. Love you and miss you.
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love the experience that you are giving us through words and pictures. i am very proud of you and send my love.
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOSH!! I cannot believe what you have done already! I am so proud of you!! Love, Ty
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