Today is my sister Farida’s birthday. When we were little, you could lure my sister into your van as long as you had anything beefy.
I remember once when she appeared with a torn skirt all soiled with mud and my mum who was such a clever woman she knew her daughters too well for us to even lie to her and get away with it. My darling mother remembered that
- She kept roasted meat in the kitchen
- She last saw Farida go into the kitchen and not out
- There is no door out of the kitchen, except for the one mama sat next to
- There is a window in the kitchen that one is able to jump through
…Bingo…
That explains my sister’s appearance. My sister went into the kitchen to pinch a piece of roasted beef and got stuck trying to climb out the window. I will make sure all her future kids get to hear this story and tell them what a crazy kid their mum was.
In Uganda when meat is roasted, grilled or dry fried in a masala, we call it Muchomo. So today am making a chicken muchomo, French beans salad and mashed potatoes in honor of my sister’s 20—something really old birthday.
Happy Birthday Farida and May you live to eat more and more of muchomo in your lifetime. xxx

