Yep, that’s right—a goat-head. Who knew we’d have the option of eating a goat’s head for dinner the other night? Dave was assigned a class project to take part in a “cross-cultural” experience and thus we found ourselves experiencing a little bit of Africa the other night. We went to an African restaurant and it smelled like Africa, a Cameroonian woman waited on us, there were pictures of President Obama everywhere (like Africa!), and we were served African food. For those of you who are wondering, we opted not to eat the goat head but got fish and rice instead.
Thankfully our kids devoured the African food (probably because it was all fried) and Elias kept demanding more of the “greens” we were feeding him…so that was a good sign. When we were in Cameroon there were a couple meals we were served that I opted to skip (which was not culturally offensive)…but going to the restaurant with the kids reminded me that I can’t make them eat the food if I won’t eat it (oh no!).
It was fun and although our waitresses spoke English and we were given straws and forks, it was exciting to be reminded that we are actually moving to Africa.
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