Mama Afrika and the long-lost art of freehand dicing.

A year ago I got dressed up in a bright blue silk dress, ate a four-course seafood lunch, drank numerous glasses of champagne and called it a Christmas party.
This year was somewhat different.

This year – I cooked.
Although not entirely new to the concept, this was not the sort of cooking that comes with $50 recipe books and utensils that cost half a month’s wage. Nor was the final product the sort of gastronomic art they dedicate TV shows to. This was beef and rice assembled by 4 chefs, one knife, two enormous pots, some charcoal – and many a bucket.

The discovery of Merman - the underwater miracle.

Although there is definitely something exotic and exciting about living in Tanzania, weekends in Arusha, as with anywhere, can become repetitive. There are only so many gourmet buffet lunches set amongst willow trees in picturesque plantations one girl can handle. So a few weekends ago, having taken Friday off for some R&R, loosely translated to doing little more than eating cereal from the box and watching Nip Tuck in bed, it was time to shake things up.