I had a very good lunch with Schwester who is looking, might I add, ever more like the yummy mummy she is. Thank God for the wide, wide world. Without it, we would all have been stuck in the rut of despair, swimming through meat - imagine how 'easy' that would be.
Speaking of meat, we decided, that since it would be just one of those, once-in-a-while type of situations, we would do meats. She had liver and I just had beef on bone. Ossobucco they call it (wonder if they'd still call it that if that joint specialized in human and dog meat.
Anyway, I'd gone through one piece of my Ossobucco and almost all of my rice and herbs before, my extra-large stomach began to protest. Shyly, I asked the waitress to pack it. She did. We then walked slyly out of the restaurant and into another building, stomachs bulging in which we had to take the lift.
Now the Nyama was in my bag, and since my sister's sense of smell is like that of 10 wolves condensed, she could smell it very well in that enclosure. She began to giggle. I began to giggle too. We giggled until the people in the lift thought we were mad. My 'dread' locks didn't help any and neither did the kitambaa she had on her head.
"A couple of loose-screwed women" they must have thought. One of the best laughs I've had in a while. As I prepare to indulge once more - this time on foods of a light and liquid nature - with my brother, I hope I'll be able to laugh and make laugh for this is just one of those days to be happy and ravenously so.
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