When people from America come to South Africa and are going through culture training, we tell them it’s important to be gracious when accepting things like food or seats [often grandmas will give up their seat for you and sit on the floor--which can be uncomfortable for us]. When we’re out in the villages, people will offer you their best..their best chair, their best food, etc.

Inevitably the question comes up…What’s the worst thing you’ve ever had to eat? Sour milk, cow intestines and chicken feet are probably at the top of the list.

Personally, I’ve been lucky. A lot of tea, biscuits, canned peaches (amazing!) and occasionally coca cola or fanta.

Until today. I was just outside the kitchen door when I heard the words I dread, “oh, they are chicken feet….here, try them.” It was a moment of panic…until I saw the kids jump roping around the corner. Although, I am a miserable jump roper, and I made a fool of myself in front of a few 12 year olds, it definitely beat the alternative!

whew. close call!

done.//

Tags: food, Khalanyoni

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