Feeding the Children
No, not the Twiga OVCs* this time. I was staying with a friend at the coast and looking after her two children, an almost-5 girl and just-7 boy.
It was lunchtime and I was rummaging through the kitchen trying to find something to stop the regular cries of “I’m hungry!”
There was little to give them as we had planned on doing some shopping that afternoon, so, what to do? Then my eyes settled on a bag of rice. “A-ha!” I thought and put some on to cook in a 50/50 mix of milk and water. I added sugar AND honey, then when it was cooked, called the chldren.
“What! Rice? By itself?” complained the boy.
“Try it,” I said
The boy dipped his spoon into the rice and tasted a couple of grains. The look of surprise on his face was a picture. “Wow! Natasha, come and try this!”
In the end, I had to make a second batch as they enjoyed my take on rice pudding. It’s a pity I didn’t have an oven to do the job properly.
It also occurred to me that the Twiga OVCs would have been happy with a bowl of cooked, unsweetened rice. Different strokes …
*OVC: orphaned or vulnerable child