I was at church today cooking for the street kids. Neither Shum Bu Sho nor Mama Brigette were there, so I volunteered to do the matoki (savoury bananas, not plantains). You have to cover your hands and wrists in oil because the sap is bad for your skin, and it dyes your hands brown. The bananas are hard like squashes, so you have to peel them with a knife. Patrick kept telling me I was doing it wrong, and showing me the right way, but I honestly couldn't see the difference. I don't think I did a very good job because at the end Patrick looked at me and said in all seriousness, 'Nicole, you shouldn't do the bananas again'. Whatever Patrick. They all taste the same.
The rice had already been sorted so after I chopped the tomatoes and peppers, we were pretty much there. While we waited for the food to cook, I washed up all the plates, then helped stir the sauce.
After lunch, I joined the guys at Ubuzima to help finish off with the jewellery and stuff. Mama Deborah has a friend in Switzerland with a stall at a Christmas market who has agreed to take pretty much all our stock, so we spend the afternoon getting ready for that. I wanted to buy some small cloth gift bags, so we sat for a hour making them up, weaving the cord, threading into the bag, adding the beads, burning the ends.
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