Ugly Ugali

Darn, just when I thought I had ugali mastered, I messed up – big time. Ugali is a staple here. It's like Chinese food and rice. Or Mexican food and beans. I was doing so well until two nights ago. I guess I didn't cook it enough. It looked done to me, but it was not. Although I make ugali, I don't eat it (unless I am a guest at someone's house and have to). So, I didn't taste it. George was so sweet about it. He started by saying,” thanks so much for all your work today. You did really great. I just want to mention something small about the ugali. It's not cooked all the way. “ I felt really bad and apologized, but he said not to, it was still edible. It was actually really bad and I can't believe he ate any of it. I waited to see what would happen when Dave, his brother, ate dinner. Right after he sat down and tasted the ugali, he said something in Luo and I knew he said something about the ugali. I immediately said “I'm sorry... it's so bad!” He, too, said it was ok, but I knew it wasn't.

Oh well, it must have been a bad night. The next time, it would be back to my usual good ugali, right? Nope. I messed it up the next day too. I was nervous and overcompensated. I put too much ugali flour in the water and it was too thick.

Back to square one. :(