“What kind of meat do you want?”, he asked. “Beef”, I said, “but I don’t know how to cook it. Do you?”. “Of course. I’m Argentinian!”, he stated matter of factly, without any hint of arrogance. Back at the hostel, we started the “Parrilla” (grill. Pronounced: pareesha). Very skillfully, he manouvered the burning coal and … More Argentinian Carne!
“How can African countries become united like the United States?” He asked me. I felt sadness, which surprised me. He’s 20 years old, studying English (unusual in Senegal where most people study French) and, apparently, believes that the USA has got it made in the shade. “Don’t!”, I said instinctively, “Don’t try to be like … More Consider This…
We’re sitting in a circle on a straw mat on the ground. A piece of fabric is spread in the middle. A big round covered tray is brought from the kitchen and placed in the center of the fabric. The cover is lifted revealing a pile of vegetables and fish (or chicken) on top of … More “Teranga”: Senegalese Hospitality
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