
After the ‘road-side food’ I checked out during the last few weeks living with Jane I’ve been finding out what local Western food can stretch to, including slivers of smoked “Capitaine” fish which would rival smoked salmon, and sausages all locally-made and available in a local European-established butchery (sausages were one of the things I really missed from home in Benin). After a determined search I now know I can get wholemeal rolls (5 for 90c) at a downtown supermarket and a round wholemeal loaf for $4 at a downtown patisserie that has a bakery in another suburb.
There are two small local supermarkets (about the size of a large lounge room) 3 minutes’ walk up near the tarred road where we can get basics while they stay on the shelves, but otherwise it’s a trip downtown avoiding running into taxis or motorbikes to the 2 larger shops there. Local missionaries say heaps more is available now than before, but still, sometimes the shopping list can’t be filled, and it’s a time-consuming job getting around to check. I tried all local and the city supermarkets for oats for my muesli as I had found a month ago (although the normal “freeze for 24 hours then roast” to kill the little beasties feasting inside was necessary) and couldn’t find any now. And though not in the 2 places they had been a fortnight ago, there was muesli in two other stores: at $12 for a 500g box, or finally hidden on the bottom shelf some bags of a fairly basic variety at $3 for 750g. I bought up 5 since there probably won’t be any next week, including one for someone else who had asked. They we tried another new supermarket we’d never been to before - and found Quaker oats at a higher price.
One thing about staying with Jane - we have company regularly for dinner, whether planned or on the spur of the moment. Last Friday was an all-out effort: a roast dinner. The carrots ended slightly darker than they should be and the chicken lighter than it should be, but a great time was had by all (me with my English heritage, Jane having a British father, and our two English guests). We felt we did our heritage proud, though all that heat of the oven on for hours added to the heat of the day did make us doubt for a while. A passionfruit yoghurt dessert (both local ingredients) topped it off.