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MR.GREG EAT "Glocal"

Mr. Greg is growing and now his taste buds are experimenting with everything from land, which has begun to enjoy since she was a few months, stones, sticks, but I also edible food tastes like guava, pineapple , papaya, bananas are his favorite fruit, and of course are all local and fresh. But his diet ' is also a bit 'Italian and comprehensive as its first pasta I have been very classic macaroni Plasmon, send the grandmothers in industrial quantities, the morning drinking milk powder, which is perhaps the product that is more global, it feeds hectograms Grana Padano at will and liters of olive oil and sometimes eat pizza. Alternating with these tastes purely Italian, but also globally known he has the privilege of eating chapati, a kind of fried flatbread, I Mandaza: sweet dough fritters, and the Matoka: cooked in banana leaves to their own (the name derives from the type of banana named), is the main course of the Baganda who say that if a party is not the Matoka you may have eaten 2 pounds of rice but it's like not having lunch! And then smoked fish, is the only way in which it markets as the storage can not 'be done otherwise in the villages; cassava: tuber similar to potato and you can' find fried or boiled ...
But most Interestingly, he is learning the right way to eat local, that is, someone goes to make you wash your hands with dish soap, water and small tank, you need more stuff in the pot only possible including fruit and then eat with hands (usually with one, but we are not capable), and quickly. Finally, just finally, you can 'drink if you do you first inflated the stomach and not leave space for food and thus is considered a good idea to only drink after a meal.
Traditionally there is served with dishes but everything is cooked (as always with the stoves under the coal) in the leaves of banana: the Matoka, chicken, peanut sauce with fish. Each sauce inside a bundle of banana leaves and finished with the fine fibers of the same and then served to each his own and take the biggest bundle Matoka and another rice dish and intige everything together inside your bundle ... thanks to this particular area all takes a very special taste and remains hot for some time. To us, so we had dinner at the home of his friends last night ... looks very "exotic". The kitchen is quite long and we wondered how can I tell when it's ready when it's all locked up in the leaves but they explained that it is almost ready when the smoke comes from the leaves (it seemed to me to talk about the pressure cooker!) From that moment you let it cook a bit 'and then is ready to serve. I do not know if many prepare the food in this way, modern couples and women who work but I do not think that in the villages or on occasions be routine. (Certainly not routinely eat more meat and fish dishes that are valuable and expensive )
Mr.Greg course during the dinner did a great rice and Matoka paciugo spreading everywhere but the excuse which is a small child, the mother instead did not have the excuse but the paciugo did the same!

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16:02:09 Between tradition and modernity '

In the culture of the Baganda, who live in the kingdom of Buganda today is roughly equivalent to the modern name of the Central Region, a woman who is betrothed or married can not 'meet-in-law. If he goes visiting in-laws 'house should wear the traditional dress (Gomez) and must be covered as much as possible but also can not' put the word to the father, nor look into his eyes, or stay in the same room. We happened to visit the parents of a colleague Matte with his girlfriend and their child, they are our age, Sometimes we spend evenings together and we have a lot in common. The girl, wearing a short skirt and a blouse, just got out of his bag he pulled out a blanket and a shawl, and she wore them on his clothes. Of course I asked for an explanation and he told me that he had with him the traditional dress, it's too uncomfortable and she did not make the trip with that, and so we had to cover it with something else to get in-laws' house. It 's always been far from the father, I carefully observed all the moves, and was careful to not come near. As I understand it is a form of respect. In any case women are in the kitchen while cooking and to share confidences with play children and men are talking on the couch waiting for the arrival of food. As always I am with men but I am not yet clear whether it is because they are white or just a guest .. Things seem anachronistic, distant and almost impossible to carry out yet in modern Uganda is still very respected rules. Young women graduates, who live and work in the capital, dressed in the Western way is often very elegant, maybe in his career and who know the technology, the latest fashions ... when they go to the village of origin in a liege respect the traditional rules and often leave proud. I wonder every day if I would be able to have a life so torn between modernity and tradition and love both ways of life. What I said is only a minimal example of thousands and thousands of costumes which should be respected, starting from traditional marriage must take place before the church (for Catholics) and that is a function in accordance with the rules of family, clan and follows a series of traditional rituals and is legally valid. In almost every aspect of daily life are the rules dictated by law and those that are more traditional and equally respected. If I think that now we do not even know most of our dialect origin ... Can 'seem anachronistic and a slow way to get closer to us to progress but it is really very charming and every day we learn something new: the need to understand more!

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09.01.2009 THE FIRST TIME IN AFRICA


Here we are in the new year, the transition from old to new was pretty quiet and pleasant. Family in the past, eh already fully booked for the four grandparents decided to come and visit us in Uganda so far away for the holidays. And finally saw firsthand the places where their grandchild is growing. They arrived before Christmas and we've been together two weeks. Their arrival was a big party for us that we're accustomed to our quiet routine of silence (when there are all the children in the garden) ... in less than no time the house was filled with items, shoes, color, sweets, tortellini ... and gifts!
For our parents it was the first long journey of life and especially the first time in Africa. I have been for the first time in Uganda in 1997 and was my first contact with Africa, Matte in 2006 has enjoyed his first encounter with the warm earth Tanzania. For each of the first meeting is different, has a special taste, but to hear and see our parents for the first time in Africa has come to mind the first sensations, the first moments of wonder, which seemed to be hidden under the red dust that covered my next trip ..
And then it was nice to see through their eyes "the first time" you see a bicycle overloaded of people and fruit, sometimes furniture or animals; a truck full of cows and people climbing, children in a dusty courtyard in front of a mud house, playing with a wheel, laughing and waving, the bright green palm trees, the deep red unlikely and the earth, the smile and the handshake of the people who do not know you but want to say goodbye, a church packed with people singing in unison and children wrapped in colorful clothes, and then again the first time you see the free monkeys in their habitat and you feel almost guilty for being you in the wrong place, giraffes, lions, elephants, hippos surrounded by a breathtaking landscape warmed by a sun of a bright orange that drops leaving a trail of thousands of colors on the savannah. The first time you see kids a few years to bring tanks of water on the head, load the younger siblings on their backs, a woman who while tilling the earth looks up and smiles at you a nod of greeting but also the first time you see the capital's traffic, shopping malls and skyscrapers next to the slums and markets overflowing with dirty plates. The first time you taste the papaya and orange machine of his unmistakable, the first time you see an avocado, a mango, jackfruit or a passion fruit. The first time we will see a party that seems to have been organized especially for you where you are treated like a king and you do not know why you did nothing but someone thanks you, and deeper and deeper into the sofa on which you sit while the others are on the benches. The first time you need a local dish and watch the others to understand how to eat and sometimes we must swallow without knowing what you eat, the first time you smell the earth and the sun's equator. ... Thanks, your visit to us has appreciated the many things that we are now getting used to but that is so special that they can not tarnish in the everyday and thanks for your first time in Africa was also our first time in Africa with you. And it was special!

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19:12:08 MR. GREG TURNS ONE YEAR


On 19 December, Mr. took a year and that year! Far from where he was born but so so happy. After have designed and written and "sent" invitations, with the help of a little girl, for the party that should have been held in our garden in the afternoon on December 19 from 16, I was surprised by the children that same day, ... but at 9 am. Were ready and loaded to start the party! I began to hang the balloons and have a little 'things then I told them to return for the four, I have listened to half and the three were back in front of goal but this time it washed, polished and fragrant, and all with Sunday clothes! A bit 'at the time I started to bring out chips, cookies and candies, and within three to four minutes it had all been brushed the bowls placed neatly beside the table and the children sat with plates full of food. If the dates are holy reason to grab the cookies or candy and someone has also filled the pockets to run home to put the "loot" and return to stock. They practically built towers of cookies in their saucers, mixed with potato chips and salty stuff and you are all free ride without drinking a drop to drink ...! But here it is inconceivable to us how it works: you fill the dishes to capacity, you eat quickly and then you drink a soda. Quite different from what we are used to us ...
After snack I pulled out masks, horns, hats and soap bubbles and the colors and the screams have filled the garden. Mr. Greg was a bit 'confused in the midst of a dozen kids screaming and jumping, all older than him (except for a three-month) but if it is passed by the feast of biscuits that day too! In the late afternoon arrived some mother to bring the greetings and some present, not to take the children which of course come and go alone! In the evening they arrived Matte some colleagues to bring the best wishes from all the staff ... well until nine o'clock in the evening the table under the porch was filled and emptied several times for drinks, chips, peanuts, candy ... and chairs successive people of all ages ... the three of us relieved smiles and talk and then we collapsed after this day full of smiles, cries, handshakes and congratulations to the many small after all that Greg has also been Bravin, perhaps confused because of the chaos ..