Vyakula cha Kenya (Foods of Kenya)

     Each time I sit at the internet cafe I can never think of how to summarize my life. I think I hit the basics in my first post, and now it is time for specifics. Chakula means food and Vyakula means foods in Kiswahili. I have learned that food is the heart, soul, life and being of Kenya. I remember hearing all my friends saying to me "eat as much as you can before you leave because you are going to loose so much weight in Kenya!" Well if any of them had actually seen the portion size of a typical Kenyan meal, they probably would have held their tongues. For example, last sunday afternoon my 10 year old host sister ate approximately 3 cups of cooked rice covered in what would amount to a large bowl of potato and banana stew. It was like she ordered a meal at "Claim Jumper" and finished the whole thing in a matter of minutes. I will also mention that she is the tallest/leanest 10 year old I have ever seen.
      Food here in Kenya consists of the same staple ingredients. Rice, spaghetti noodles, ugali (tasteless blob of cooked corn meal), chapati bread, beans, beans, beans, lentils, stewed cabbage, stewed spinach, beans, mystery meat, boiled root (various sorts), potatoes, plantains (or green bananas),and beans, all served with a healthy dose of lard. I'm sure weight watchers will never include these ingredients in any of their meal planning. I have had the misfortune of eating cow intestine soup (wantam) and I have also had the experience of a daily "bean or chapati baby" in my belly.
     Chai. Those four letters have been a sore subject for those in my group with lactose intolerance issues. Chai is made with whole milk straight from the cow teet, water, and tea leaves boiled together and drank several specific times throughout the day with ,if you are a true Kenyan, a whole cup of sugar per cup. My host Mama insists that I have at least 2 cups of chai with breakfast, then another few immediately upon returning home from class. I am not allowed to touch my homework, study, bathe, or change my filthy clothes until I have thrown back a few cups of chai. I have developed a love for this warm tasty beverage and I find myself craving it at breakfast, 10am, lunch, 5pm, and with dinner as most Kenyans drink it. My mama even throws in a little tangaweze (ginger) when she makes tea in the afternoons. Its a rare treat when I get the tangaweze tainted chai.
     There is no shortage of carbohydrates and fat in my life, but I would do just about anything (within the rules of Peace Corps) for some cheese. Hell, i'd even eat a block of velveta at this point! There is literally no cheese in this entire country. None. I would also do just about anything for a real cup of coffee. Believe it or not, but every bean grown in Kenya is exported. I am left with the most awful instant coffees known to man. So if anyone has some free time, please send me a french press and maybe to return the exported coffee beans back into Kenya for me to consume. Until next time! hugs and kisses from Kenya.