Several months ago we had the opportunity to meet a family from The Democratic Republic of Congo. Two of the young men have joined our church. David picks them up and brings them to church each week. We had them over for dinner a while ago and made waffles. We agreed that the next time we had them over, they would cook for us.
We learned that the traditional food in Congo is fufu. It is a dough made from yam powder. We couldn't find the ingredients, so I ordered it from Amazon.
The powder was mixed with water. At first it was very lumpy, but Ndjila stirred and stirred until it became smooth.
I have to admit it caught me by surprise when he moved to the floor to stir better.
He kept adding powder as he stirred to get the right consistency.
He was joined by Amisi who watched, but didn't help with the preparations.
This is what the final product looked for. It was a stiff dough. We learned that we shouldn't have prepared chicken to go with it, but instead should have made pork. We also learned that we should have made a soup or a stew. Who knew?!
Ndjila showed us to twist and tear the dough and then work it into a ball with your hand.
We learned that the kids did it wrong because you're not supposed to bit it, you're supposed to swallow it without chewing.
After that, you're supposed to dip it in the soup that we didn't have. I whipped up some tomato soup, but they said it was "bad." Oh well, we tried! It was a super fun experience and one I hope my kids will remember. We'll have to do it again with all the right ingredients. I hope they get better at English and David gets better at Swahili because I'd love to be able to communicate without having to use Google Translate.
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