Early this year, a palm tree in the garden exploded in flowers...delicate fragrant creamy petaled flowers
We have been with the tree for over a decade and it had never flowered before.
It was just so beautiful.
The flowers remained for several weeks, and after they fell the the ground, they revealed a twisty knobbly network of branches that stretched up the sky.
It looked like a tree was growing out of the tree.
And at their tips were globules that looked like berries.
After a few months, the branches sort of fell off.
A few metres away is another palm tree of the same kind, which we have been with for the same amount of time.
It didn't flower.
Now several months later, the tree that didn't flower has visibly grown, stretching into the sky.
Meanwhile the tree that grew this spectacular plumage is half its height.
This time last year, they were the same height.
I look at these trees and I think about the life force it took the flowering tree to produce these flowers.
And the visible effect of doing so.
I look at my father and I can see the life force it took for him to take care of Raju for the last four years in the way that he did.
My dad woke up everyday at 3am to change his catheter, monitored his sugar, watched for infection, dedicated all his energy towards care of Raju
And now Raju has gone
And I can see the visible effect on my dad of using his life force to care for Raju like that.
It is beautiful
And it is also heartbreaking
And I can see the visible effect on my sister of using her life force to care for our beloved Mithu
It is beautiful
And it is also heartbreaking
For all those using their life force caring for others, I hope from the bottom of my heart that the care you put out in the world comes back to you tenfold.
I wanted to write something special to celebrate my 2 year quit, but I still have a long list on my to do's and I'm exhausted after an intense day...so here's a thread from the early quit days
Yesterday's eyebrow raising news about the Kenya Meat Commission (KMC) had me wondering about how we will feel the implications of this in our lives...
& it had me remembering a story about KMC from a lifetime ago
Bungoma, bumper harvests & burning bean cobs
A story thread
Many years ago I lived in Bungoma, working for an NGO.
At one point I was assisting with research looking at kitchen gardens, and how HIV/AIDS in the area was affecting farming...who was doing the farming, what was being grown, what it was being grown for...
It's been over a decade, but this particular story I haven't been able to forget
An elderly woman was telling us about the ways in which they used to farm & cook when she was much younger
Bungoma is lush with a treasure trove of delicious and nutritious indigenous vegetables
In my search for information about the origins of Chicken Tikka, I had to wade through pages and pages of references to Chicken Tikka Masala
Some say that the Chicken Tikka Masala was named/coopted/has become the national dish of the UK (you won't find it anywhere else)
Some also say, that it was developed by mistake in a restaurant in Glasgow... a (I'm sure hywite) customer ordered Chicken Tikka, then complained that it was too dry.
So the chef poured a a can of Campbell's tomato soup over it, stirred it up & added a dollop of cream
The @WauEats Beef samosas & Paneer samosas are complaining that sijui we've hyped the chicken tikka and apple pie ones so much, they're feeling neglected
So I'm here to post a thirst trap 😋
Here in a combo box, each flavour, with its own special sauce
+ deets on how to order
Not that the chicken tikka samosas aren't just ridiculous. Truly. Ridiculous.
Here's the inspiration 🙃
Yes we manage to get that smoky char grilled taste into a samosa.
A tale of yearning, of the taste of laughter, of hand written envelopes and smoky sunny afternoons, the quest to share the joy of togetherness in a triangle of crispy, juicy deliciousness (even as grief lingers)