So leaving aside the Ethiopian (seriously superb – probably my favourite meal here) and the Lebanese and the indifferent generic ‘international’ fare of colonial hotels (think club sandwiches and chicken cordon bleu) what we really wanted was just some local grub. And the little shack in Shendi that served as our pitstop on the way to the Meroe Pyramids? Wellll … will give that one a miss 🙂
But serendipity? How sweetly do you tease and treat? Love on my tongue, comfort my insides, sing with my soul?? ♥
After a long tiring day scouring the souks we saw the crowds. A nondescript gap in a rundown row. Overlooking the Nile.
Fresh Nile Fish said our driver.
That they batter oh-so-lightly and fry oh-so-crisply. And serve with soft warm bread and sparkling fresh salad. Tomatoes and rocket so full of flavour I almost wept. Served on a large communal tray for all to love and partake in. Fingers dipping and ripping. It is divine. Simply so.
And here they eat alone, they eat with their families. Cackling matriarchs, friendly boys, shy children. It is joyous. Within ochre and grapefruit walls, the solid earth and a tin roof. Who knew?
Then yesterday of course we had to go for The Authentic Khartoum Eating Experience a la Spouse. A chaotic traffic-choked trek across to the Kandahar Sheep and Camel Market. You pick your stall. You pick your meat. You pick your cuts. They chop. They cook. You sit on string beds and eat. And you must must wash it all down with The Drink. Yoghurt and sprite mixed with a non-alcoholic corn-based beer. Uh-huh.
And there is dust everywhere and crusted grime. And close in on the pic above. Yes there are flies all over my salad-to-be …
Then she takes over with spatula and pan …
And here’s a fab clip of Spouse doing his thing. He’s gooood!
He’s reading this … 😉