nshima... coming right up!

We prepared and shared our own Zambian/Malawian/American meal the other night.

• Zambian because we chose to cook three three Zambian staples. 
• Malawian because we were using (privately imported) Malawian "uffa" (maize flour) for the nshima. 
• American because, well, we're Americans... so we can't quite cook the truly authentic way... (even though I closed my eyes when Malinda dumped copious amounts of oil into the relish, it still didn't taste quite the same as when Zambian mamas make it...)

The table was surrounded by happy hearts, full bellies, and messy fingers when we finished. We're part of a strange American sub-group that can classify a meal like this as a sort of "comfort food." It's not that I love nshima meals above all others... it's that nshima meals represent so many happy, satisfied moments in life; Friday's meal was no exception.