There was an ever-so-slight chill in the mornings this week, hinting that fall autumn (I have to keep stopping myself from saying fall in my agric classes – I’m pretty sure that season name is an Americanism. Not much falls in autumn around here.) is on its way. Just in time for St. Patrick’s Day, haha! Actually, I’ve been told that there have recently been unusually high temperatures in Iowa, so perhaps weather-wise we’re matching up and seasonally meeting in the middle.
Back to St. Patrick’s Day, I was disappointed when I realized that it falls on a Saturday this year, which meant that I wouldn’t be able to celebrate at school and make it a little cultural lesson for the kiddos. I thought I might celebrate a day early, but then I learned that school would be canceled Friday due to a sports competition (away). So I settled for a St. Patrick’s Day in Maseru.
Early Saturday morning I donned my on-the-nose getup of a green t-shirt and green skirt in almost-but-not-quite-matching shades, which is super classy as any stylist will tell you. Walking to the mall to retrieve some groceries I kept my eyes peeled for fellow celebrators, but there were none to be found. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought people were intentionally wearing no green at all. At Pick-n-Pay (where we buy the vast majority of our groceries) I thought my chances were higher. It’s a good place for spotting expats, and the mall itself attracts the most well-off residents of Maseru – my co-fellow spotted the Queen (of Lesotho, not the Helen Mirren one) there a couple days ago.
Unfortunately, all the likely-looking foreigners I spotted must have been from South Africa or some other country that doesn’t observe St. Patrick’s Day. Nevertheless I loaded my cart with potatoes and cabbage (placed strategically on top of my cart to enhance my Irish-American vibes) and honest-to-goodness Kerrygold butter! I’ve mentioned before that Lesotho imports basically all its food products (our flour and sugar appear to be at least packaged in Lesotho, but that’s about it) and at a store like Pick-n-Pay, which caters to expats and other residents rich enough to indulge in international flavors, this means that we fill a pretty globalized shopping cart. In the past we’ve bought Bertolli olive oil, Nutella, Colman’s mustard, and Heinz ketchup. If we wanted we could also buy Barilla pasta, Lipton tea, and Ferrero Rocher chocolates.
These brands sometimes (but not always) cost more than the alternatives. The Kerrygold “Pure Irish Butter” was a little pricier, but I reasoned this was an excellent occasion to splurge, so I bought a block in its very appropriate gold foil wrapping. I had vague plans for preparing an Irish-themed supper, complicated by the fact that Uncle’s oven doesn’t work (no soda bread for us), but I figured if I had good butter to slap on everything it would all turn out fine.
The result was a big pot of mashed potatoes topped with some cheddar cheese and green onions (not strictly traditional but who cares), a mound of green cabbage cooked down in butter, carrots cooked in mustard and brown sugar glaze (veering even farther from traditional flavors…) and crescent rolls from Pick-n-Pay (so we’d have something on which to smear any remaining butter). Even without corned beef (I can only push my Indian hosts so far) it was a very satisfying meal, I thought. To lend a festive tone I played a couple episodes of the Thistle & Shamrock and listened to Fiona Ritchie’s soothing voice while I cooked.
All in all it was a pretty satisfying day. It came in the middle of a long weekend here in Maseru. No school Friday because of sports, and no classes Monday for us because we’re picking up our program director from Grinnell at the airport! I can’t wait to see the whole school make a big fuss over his visit (students and staff alike). My co-fellow and I are also glad for the opportunity to have some good discussions with him over points both minor (a fresh coat of paint for the walls at Bo Grinnell) and sweeping (thoughts on the future of the program).
Clearly last week was pretty light on work. Not only was it a four-day workweek, but the practice of dismissing classes at 1:00 on Fridays was transplanted to Thursday (because why not) so classes were only 30 minutes. I was grateful for a relatively laid-back week – a chance to catch my breath between our visitors last week and the one coming next week. It’ll also be time to give students exams soon, which will come with its own set of professional challenges, as I’ve alluded to before. I took advantage of the time I had this week to take some walks in the morning and spend the hot afternoons sitting on my porch with my solar chargers reading a book and waving to passersby. I’m soaking up as much of the remaining warm weather while I can before the chill sets in. When that happens I’ll just have to hang out in our house-cum-refrigerator and comfort myself with butter.
Stray Thoughts:
- A while back I was walking home past the field outside the convent (where sports practice sometimes takes place) and saw the Scouts (not related to Girl Scouts at all – I think it has something to do with Cadets/Association but honestly I’m not entirely sure what all they do) with a teacher practicing responding to different whistle signals. You know what this means, right? Now, I’m far from the first Grinnell Corps fellow to compare our life in St. Rodrigue to the Sound of Music, (nuns, goatherders, hills alive with music, rushing because you’re late when you hear a bell tolling) but there are children answering to whistles. This seals the deal. I am now going to stay on guard for blonde telegram-delivery boys who seem nice at first but then turn out to be Nazi youth.
- I learned in my weekly Sesotho lesson that in Botswana they speak a version of Sesotho called, logically, Setswana. The more you know.
- Some students asked me why I say “zee” instead of “zed” (remember, British English generally prevails around here) and I explained that it’s my American accent. We also solved the mystery of why it’s “Jay-Z” and not “Jay-Zed”.
- It’s butternut squash season! They are plentiful here and I am going to be cooking a lot of those suckers in the near future.