peaches and cream

Almost every weekend these days we pass a certain village on the way to Kilolo and stop by the roadside. Lots of children crowd around the window of the car pushing bags of peaches in at us until we've decided which one to buy. Next day is 'peach cooking day', as well as bread baking, rice boiling, water heating, onion frying, chicken roasting, and maybe, just maybe cashew-nut cooking as well.

I forgot the milk. It comes at around seven in the morning and needs to be boiled. Before term started I was getting very enthusiastic about lighting the cooker before breakfast, then we had porridge and toast (done on the griddle) and boiled the milk, AND had hot water to wash the dishes. Now we're back to reality and need to get to school by 7.30, so unless I start at 5am it won't happen.

However, what does happen without fail each day we're in Kilolo is that we get a small bowl of thick cream off the milk after it's been boiled and cooled; Together with those peaches it's as near to heaven as we will get.

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