Cap and gown on, waiting in line for convocation. Nervous, sweating a little, I open the folder to look at the parchment. There it is, in permanent ink below my full name: Doctor of Medicine. The same thought washed over me as it did on the first day of medical school. There must have been some sort of mistake. How on earth did this happen? This is my attempt to recognize humanity in all its grittiness, both my own and that of the people I interact with.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Dancing Pea Pods
Yesterday we came upon a group of four women shelling peas outside their home. We stopped to interview one of them as she continued her work. There were a few toddlers around laughing, screaming and occasionally throwing pea pods at each other.
As we stepped closer I noticed the large sac from where the bright green un-shelled peas were being pulled appeared to be gently undulating. Must be the heat I though. A wave of nostalgic memories washed over me, of shelling peas at my grandparents farm with my cousins...our payment for getting to watch Mr. Dress-up.
I looked into one of the pots and realized these were long peas...and they were wiggling. My 'peas' were grasshoppers. Its grasshopper season! The women pull off the legs, wings and antennae before throwing them in the pot and frying them to be sold as a snack. Just like peanuts, they explained.
When I told my Ugandan family of my learning for the day they insisted I have to try them. Now, they're best fresh, we'll get Annette to buy some tomorrow morning and prepare them for you.
Yum.
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So, what do you think? Tasty?
Apparenty the fresh ones come in from the village on Wednesdays...
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