Besides overhearing the occasional "Ciao, Ciao" exchange throughout the wards, one of the other most obvious examples of the Italian presence at Lacor is the food. Throughout the week, our lunchtime meals would range from the classic Acholi malakwang (a peanut sauce mixed with cabbage and greens) poured over sweet potatoes to gnocchi in a Bolognese sauce. For our last evening, Carlo (a Comboni Brother-radiologist and the guy in a white t-shirt sitting next to Dewan in the picture above) made a traditional Italian meal for us, which included an antipasti of grilled eggplant smothered in oil and garlic (which he prepared on a pannini press a day in advance), homemade cheese, sausage from the market, and rosemary focaccia. After carving out avocados and chopping up potatoes for a salad earlier that evening, Carlo assigned me to plucking the rosemary like pine needles from a stem. The kitchen was filled with the aroma of the baking focaccia, an odor that seemed so exotic in this place.

For the main course, we had three varieties of the pizza, with different crusts, mixtures of vegetables, and sausage ...

For dessert, there was a salad made up of the classics from Uganda: passion fruit, oranges bananas, and pineapple...

No comments:
Post a Comment