Whether we eat in or out, we opt for spicy food and it is not long before we find ourselves eating highly spiced and curried food 7 days a week. I have always loved curry and spicy food from my days growing up in Dar es Salaam and Durban.
When we sit in a local restaurant for lunch, we find ourselves having to ask for sliced up chillies. The elderly Chinese lady has decided we will not need it and tries to whip it away off the table, but we are too quick for her.
I start longing for roast pork and order one especially. That night, we find joy in everything roasted and the crisp crackling which comes out the oven. I still prefer anything animal in a polystyrene container! Seeing heads/feet on chicken and intestines/ hooves and heads/carcasses strung up, reminds me a little too much of lives lost!
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