For many of you who’ve travelled where time is based on life’s daily rhythms rather than clocks and schedules, you’ll know what I mean when I say a place shapes your pace. Timor Leste is no exception. I’m finally slowing down after two weeks. Continue reading “Stepping back, slowly”
There’s something special about cooking with lots of people.
Tonight we’ve been making naan karau — a buffalo stew with vegetables — with around eight to 10 people in the indoor and outdoor kitchens, sitting in between and outside. Some of us have been cooking (I’m learning how to cut buffalo, fry chips and cook over a fire) and others…cleaning as we go. Continue reading “Culinary Conversation: More than just cooking”
Today I ate more papaya, was given fresh mangoes from a tree, ate a guava from Berta’s tree in her yard, and saw a giant jackfruit (also known as breadfruit) tree at a friend’s place. An ex-pat here tells me the passionfruit is good right now so I’ll pick some up in the next few days.
I love the fruit in Timor Leste. The sweetness of bananas and zing of grapefruits are two (very simple) reasons that I’ve returned to this spectacular country!
Yesterday, I visited the home of a Timorese friend, Anita. Her backyard has a banana tree that towers over the household kitchen sink. There are young bananas on the tree and my dear friend Vina suggests we cook with them later this week.
I don’t know whether the feeling in my stomach is because of nerves or the antimalarials. I’m thinking it’s both.
Today I’ll reach Dili, Timor Leste, also known as East Timor. I’ll be reacquainted with my Timorese older ‘sister’ and her family. We’ll spend our time cooking and I’ll be learning all about food in Timor. Continue reading “Dili.”