You know the matatu rides are very culturally rich and informative!
The other day I was waiting for the matatu to fill up at Kiwatole stage. Stage is the local word for bus stop, and Kiwatole (Chi-wa-to-lay) is my neighbourhood. The Kiwatole stage in Ntinda is always bustling with activity. People selling everything! Fresh fruit and vegetables like pawpaw, pineapples, tomatoes, cabbages, green peas and fresh red beans etc. As well as food for those on the run like roasted plaintain or 'gonja', roasted corn, groundnuts, chapatis and 'rolexes' - which are chapatis rolled with a fried egg, chicken, liver, beef or goat on a stick etc. In between we have the guys carrying everything on bikes - like bananas, cloth, coal, water, as well as the 'boda-boda' (motorcycle taxis) drivers just sitting around waiting for passengers.
So I was scanning the Ntinda-Kiwatole scene looking around to see what was new, if I needed to get anything to buy, or could convince the conductor to go and buy it for me, when my eyes fell onto a boy with a basket of something VERY VERY new, in between the green peas and the ground nuts. It looked like a basket of some kind of bush - some short pieces of grass.
Until one moved!
They were grasshoppers! Considered a delicacy here in Uganda. I thought it was a rural practice, but there they were for sale, right in the middle of Kampala.
The following day at work, I asked about the grasshoppers, and got lots of helpful information.
"Oh you just fly them"
What???? Oh you mean "fry".
"Yes, you just fly them. After removing the leftover wings, then they have to be washed, then after that, just put in the saucepan, add salt, then you start flying them." said the office assistant Robert.
So what do they taste like?
"Oh my friend, I've failed because of the taste! At least me, I prefer ants, because they don't have that smell like those grasshoppers, and they don't have that much oil."
Well me, I'm still thinking about when and whether I will in fact buy a kilo of grasshoppers instead of a kilo of nuts and munch on them on the way home.
I'll let you know when I do.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
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So you're both alive? Beaded Chic I'll give you a call over the weekend I guess. Jam down? Not so sure when I'll talk to you. But keep in touch. Sent some pictures today. L
Guess what! I ate a grasshopper. Let's call it a 'coming of age' ritual. A birthday bet! Actually it just tasted like over fried egg or popcorn kernels! But I have some pictures of The Act
Hey guess what? I ate a grasshopper. Let's call it a 'coming of age ritual'. It was a birthday bet. But the worse is that it just tasted like over fried egg white or popcorn kernels. Nothing special. But I have pictures of The Act.
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