Today my host mother walked into the room and handed me a nondescript packet of beige powder. No explanation. No modeling of what one should do with this packet. Just sort of a "Here. This is for you" motion.
I proceeded to smell it ... nothing. Try again ... burnt? One more time ...
Me: Burnt coffee?
Mom: Corn. Burnt corn.
Me: What do I do with it?
Mom: Eat it man!
Then she proceeds to pour a small amount from her own packet onto her palm and licks it off.
I've made many questionable decisions in my time here, and I think this qualifies as one. Oh well, trust the Mama.
... kinda tasteless, then grows to something akin to flour. Oh there it is! Just barely burnt popcorn, with a hint of sugar. Okay. No regrets.
Thanks Mom!
Today I learned about Kasham.
I proceeded to smell it ... nothing. Try again ... burnt? One more time ...
Me: Burnt coffee?
Mom: Corn. Burnt corn.
Me: What do I do with it?
Mom: Eat it man!
Then she proceeds to pour a small amount from her own packet onto her palm and licks it off.
I've made many questionable decisions in my time here, and I think this qualifies as one. Oh well, trust the Mama.
... kinda tasteless, then grows to something akin to flour. Oh there it is! Just barely burnt popcorn, with a hint of sugar. Okay. No regrets.
Thanks Mom!
Today I learned about Kasham.
