They put me to work chopping tomatoes. I sat down ready to do some damage and the Nigerien woman I was working with took one look at my my little paring knife and suggested I use the spare machete. I tried. But after a few seconds we were both thoroughly concerned that I'd end up with more bits of finger in the bowl than tomato, so I switched back to something more familiar. I will simply say, it's harder than it looks to chop (VERY ripe) tomatoes in a completely different way than you've done your whole 30 years! Talk about a new motor pattern! But I'm happy to report that by the end of the afternoon only 3 of 10 fingers were sporting bandaids . . . now that's what I call victory.
As for the rest of the evening, I'll let the photos speak for themselves. Enjoy!
|Not sure what she said, but clearly I found it very funny.|
|Nigerien Cooking Secret: if you chop the onions outside, you don't cry.|
|All the 'tasty' bits.|
|Tomati! (note the difference in the size of our knives!)|
|Caldrons of ram's meat and red sauce.|
|How's that for a big kitchen!|
|The Staff Soccer Game kicked off the festivities.|
|I never did figure out which team was which.|
|No grass + no rain = dust.|
|Everyone came dressed in their best.|
|I confess, I was this cranky too, having to wear|
so much pattern.
|It was fun to see everyone out of their work clothes|
feeling much more relaxed.
|Chairs and benches lined the perimeter of the tennis court and each|
section was determined by department.
|Many of the West Wing and B-Ward nurses that I work with. (The style|
of my dress is the same as those on the left . . . it was a stretching moment
for me . . . not going to lie. Hmm . . . based on style, I may be transferring to
|Our fearless leaders.|
|Everyone enjoyed the relaxed nature of the event.|
|And those with cameras were sure to use them.|