What to get the person on your list that has everything? How about the gift of giving? During my time in Congo, I have seen first-hand what Mwana Village does for abandoned children and vulnerable woman. It is an orphanage…
Syrian Cooking in Africa
Often times, when you hear of a country, your mind goes directly to one thing. Paris-Eiffel Tower Italy-pasta Russia-cold Unfortunately, when someone says Syria, for many people, their mind goes to the political unrest that has been in the news…
Lebanese Cooking in Africa
Lebanese Cooking in Africa With Batul Last year when I got to Congo I met Batul, who I never saw without a smile on her face. She was so nice, but I couldn’t quite figure her out. I swear she…
French Cooking in Africa
It was the end of August 2016, and I was in Paris’ Charles de Gualle Airport, with two very tired little girls. We had been up since 4:00am for a big day of travel to our new home in Congo.…
Luxurious Day-Dreaming
I’m in Congo. But it doesn’t matter where you are; close your eyes, just for a minute. Let’s go on vacation, shall we? Grab your bag and join me. We won’t need much. Don’t worry, anything we’re missing we can…
Indian Cooking in Africa
I grew up in a small-ish city, in a Ukrainian-Canadian family. A lot of my friends were, like me, second-generation Canadians who had grandparents cooking, not only Ukrainian food, but also Italian, Polish and Finnish. There were a lot of…
Indonesian Cooking in Africa
Indonesian Cooking with Marina and Dewi Marina and I met back when we lived in Pau, France; but even though we both lived there for four years, we didn’t cross paths until just before she was moving to Congo. Yikes!…
What’s in My Name?
The other day I was wondering, If I had to chose a name for my blog today, would the name still be the same? I’ve been a lot of things over my life-time. A daughter, sister, friend, neighbour, dancer, student,…
Congo- One Week Back
A year ago I arrived in Congo, slightly wide-eyed, taking in my new ‘home’. Seven days ago, I arrived back in Congo for the second school year, after being gone for ten weeks of summer holidays. My husband came back…