Cake

On Tuesday, we were invited to our neighbor’s house to celebrate their daughter’s second birthday.  They asked us to join them for cake.  When we got there, Vero, their daughter, cut the cake and passed it around to each person, feeding them with a bite.  As we were about to leave (it was past Eli’s bedtime), they invited us to eat with them.  We declined due to Eli’s fussiness so they packed some food for us.  They sent over a large piece of the cake.  The cake was the lower half of a baby.  It was just the bottom (in a dress) and the feet curled under.  The portion we got was a chunk with a foot on it!  It was funny to see a baby’s foot on our table.

I love African hospitality.  It was fun for my Mom and Al to see how it works.  Nothing is planned.  Just a last minute invite through the fence and a “sure, that would be nice” response.  Then you are offered lots of food and drinks.  It’s an honor for the host that we come as well as an honor for us to be invited.  Now it’s our turn to reciprocate!