I came home last night feeling quite perky, Friday night, a good bicycle ride home, the first mangoes of the season I’d bought by the roadside… There was a power cut, which meant I could not turn on my computer, as I’d planned to, but just had to enjoy dawn on the terrace.
Went into the outdoor kitchen to prepare some sort of dinner, but there was something odd. First, I thought this damn cat had been scavenging again, as the bin bag was laying on the floor open. But then it took me a few minutes to realize that the fridge was also rather empty… Missing: one can of tuna, two cans of sardines, but even worse as the former were Eurocheapo versions bought in the Lebanese supermarket down the road, no trace of the tins of rillette d’oie and rillette de porc, Fathi and Helene had brought me last week. A Tupperware of black olives was also gone, as well as a carton of Dafani mango juice… Someone had obviously broken in and helped themselves to whatever they could lay their hands on for a little feast. Someone very undiscerning, who did not go for the half empty bottle of Pinot des Charentes, nor the tin of foie gras, and obviously did not like saucisson, but a thief with a sweet tooth, as the box of Broyé du Poitou cookies, I’d left on the kitchen cabinet was also gone and my two tiny metal teapots.
Nothing having been stolen on the higher shelves, I had the sketch of a rather tiny, hungry thief, that could probably not read the labels, might be of Muslim heritage and ended up with some sardines caught between two butter cookies, a very unique sandwich washed down by a gulp of mango juice. Whoever they were, they might be feeling quite queasy by now... I could not get quite angry… Especially, as our little friend had left the Champagne behind and it had been very naïve of me to leave the door open day and night for the last few months...
Now, this might sound like I eat better here than ever before, so I feel like I need to justify myself, after describing the contents of my fridge in such details! I stock up on luxury goods, brought by vry generous or very concerned friends and family, for special occasions and tough days, days when benga* won’t quite do the trick… The teapots need to be urgently replaced so the long, philosophical evenings sipping tea with neighbours and friends can resume...
* Burkinabe staple food, a delicious and very filling local dish of read beans and rice
Went into the outdoor kitchen to prepare some sort of dinner, but there was something odd. First, I thought this damn cat had been scavenging again, as the bin bag was laying on the floor open. But then it took me a few minutes to realize that the fridge was also rather empty… Missing: one can of tuna, two cans of sardines, but even worse as the former were Eurocheapo versions bought in the Lebanese supermarket down the road, no trace of the tins of rillette d’oie and rillette de porc, Fathi and Helene had brought me last week. A Tupperware of black olives was also gone, as well as a carton of Dafani mango juice… Someone had obviously broken in and helped themselves to whatever they could lay their hands on for a little feast. Someone very undiscerning, who did not go for the half empty bottle of Pinot des Charentes, nor the tin of foie gras, and obviously did not like saucisson, but a thief with a sweet tooth, as the box of Broyé du Poitou cookies, I’d left on the kitchen cabinet was also gone and my two tiny metal teapots.
Nothing having been stolen on the higher shelves, I had the sketch of a rather tiny, hungry thief, that could probably not read the labels, might be of Muslim heritage and ended up with some sardines caught between two butter cookies, a very unique sandwich washed down by a gulp of mango juice. Whoever they were, they might be feeling quite queasy by now... I could not get quite angry… Especially, as our little friend had left the Champagne behind and it had been very naïve of me to leave the door open day and night for the last few months...
Now, this might sound like I eat better here than ever before, so I feel like I need to justify myself, after describing the contents of my fridge in such details! I stock up on luxury goods, brought by vry generous or very concerned friends and family, for special occasions and tough days, days when benga* won’t quite do the trick… The teapots need to be urgently replaced so the long, philosophical evenings sipping tea with neighbours and friends can resume...
* Burkinabe staple food, a delicious and very filling local dish of read beans and rice
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