Here are a few food-related tidbits from the last week or so:
Last week, Grandpa hands me a kabob as I walk in the door from class. I can’t immediately identify the meat, but you never can here, so I just eat it. I am thoroughly enjoying my afternoon snack when Grandpa asks,
“So, do you like your gizzard on a stick?”
“Yes, Grandpa. Yes I do.”
Then, a couple of days ago, I meet Grandpa at a little pub named Jerry’s and he says he’ll buy me kabobs again. Usually they’re chicken or beef, and I even enjoyed the gizzard, so I’m not worried. Well, this time they’re liver. I gave it a good shot and finished it all, but man, liver just does not taste good. I was sick all night. No more kabobs from Grandpa.
As it turns out, they also serve cow skin in a lot of the soup here as a sort of delicacy, and I usually just give it to my host sister, who loves the stuff, or hide it under the rest of my food and pretend I ate it (I’ve tried, I really, really have, but I just can’t chew it!) The other day, the butcher forgot to shave the cow skin before he sold it to Grandma. So, I had hairy cow hide soup. It was just like biting into the side of a cow as it stands there, mooing at you. Try it sometime.
Finally, last night, as I was eating what I thought were bits of beef in my stew with rice, I came across what I’m pretty positive was a heart (it looked very similar to the cat heart I had to dissect in high school anatomy, but smaller.) I’m now guessing I was eating bush rabbit for dinner. Don’t worry though, I gave the heart to the cat.
On a somewhat related note, I learned at the orphanage that they don’t have a tooth fairy in Ghana. Instead, when a child loses a tooth, you throw it at the ceiling/on the roof, then play a drum and have the child dance around so that her/his new tooth will come. I like that much better than the tooth fairy, and I think that’s what my children will be doing when they lose their teeth.