That is, the spaghetti I made for dinner last night. Was it the ground beef in it? or the green peppers? or the bit of sweetness?I was totally surprised, especially since when I started browning the "minced beef" we got from Shoprite, it didn't taste like ground beef as I remember it from the States. I thought to myself, "everything just tastes different in Zambia. I have to get used to it. ho hum." But then, once I was finished adding the green peppers and homemade tomato sauce I'd made the night before, an amazing transformation had taken place.
I told Ryan it was the most satisfying meal I've eaten here so far, and I think it was because it tasted just like the spaghetti that my mother and I would make together when I was growing up. It tasted like home to me, and that was satisfying to my soul.
Ryan also really liked the meal. "I could just keep eating this forever," was about what he said. We agreed it should be a regular on the menu--that we could handle it every week even.
Thus was established the first Jean-Dowell-Style Pasta Night!
2 comments:
Hooray for tastes of home! Glad you had a tasty and successful treat.
how fantastic! i work with your mom at the elementary school and i can see her smiling as she reads this post. she is always sending me home with a jar of something for the holidays (my parents are partial to her bread and butter pickles). enjoy your stay in africa!
p.s.: my brother-in-law is from tanzania and enjoys your blog also. he's teaching me swahili!
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