After a hard day alone at the farm I was a bit hungry. My work mate Dennis, who was supposed to return to the farm on Sunday for cooking, shopping and finishing some paper work for the other foundation, did not show up once again and it was already getting dark. I still had some dough to prepare unleavened bread that I had prepared in the morning but I wanted to try out something new. So I checked the cupboard for the remaining items of food. I had a few eggs, potatoes and onions… Uhm, that smells like Tortilla! I’ve never tried to prepare it but who cares! So I peeled a few potatoes or – how they call them here – Irish, cut a big onion and then cracked a few eggs and just in the moment when I cracked the last egg a thought flashed through my mind: What if this egg went bad, that’d spoil all the eggs? But in the same moment of time I added the egg to the others and immediately smelled a funny odour. The egg was bad and thus I had to throw them all away. Luckily I still had 3 left which was not really enough as these eggs around here contain only small quantities of egg yolk and white because chicken are usually not fed and thus have to find food on their own. Anyways, I then fried the onions, added the potatoes and the remaining eggs. After a while I had some kind of tortilla… actually it looked and tasted more like a Rösti but it tasted nice anyway.
Who would have thought that I’d prepare my first tortilla in the heart of Africa?
potatoes or Irish as they call them here
Tortilla olé! Ok, it looked and tasted more like a Rösti but what to do?
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