Our house on the hill has literally gone from something out of the ruins of war to one of our most favorite homes ever. This was no small feat. Even after a new tin roof was put on a tree fell on it and cracked the whole corner of the bedroom and its floor, and it all had to be fixed. The woodwork of the doors and kitchen fittings is amazing. Because of where we live on the edge of the Ituri Forest, Mahogany is cheaper than pine 2×4’s are in the States and it makes me happy each time I see these richly wooded kitchen cabinet doors and tops. We wanted to thank the guys who had worked on the house so fervently and well so we decided to throw a party. Everything revolves around food here and when I suggested getting a goat or something they all said, “NO, lets have a pig!” That is the meat of real celebration. So we did!
We got a pig and one of the guys is an excellent butcher so with much help he killed and cut up our big barbecue hog for the next day. I had cases of sodas and 20 kgs of rice and wives made veg and…since we are men, we concentrated on the meat. One of the guys doesn’t eat pork so we had a little blue dyker who’s life we had tried and failed to save a few weeks ago and she donated her meat to the proceedings. The cooks came at 06:30 and started fires and prepared everything on the property.
It was quite wonderful. I would make a suggestion from time to time and they told me that they knew very well what they were doing….but if we wanted it to be like a Muzungu’s barbeque… they could do it. The whole Barbque sauce thing was a bit of a puzzle. They like to cook things early so they have a chance to cool down so as not to burn their fingers. No chance of getting trichinosis from that meal as the meat was first deep fat fired so the skin and fat was all crispy and delicious, and then all that lovely crispness was boiled out of it in a tasty sauce.
Since it is the practice here to throw all your scraps onto the ground for the dogs, ours had a “pig out”, so to speak. Problem is, cooked pork bones become potentially lethal knives and shards when hastily chewed by eager pups! Man, was Mkuki sick! It looks like she’s none the worse for wear so in 3 or 4 days Cher can stop worrying.
There was singing and praying and talking and eating and laughing and fun. It was quite a great day. It was not just our thanks in the end because we all found ourselves grateful for the lives God has given us and the friends who help us along.