Welcome to our restaurant

One of the things I was hoping to experience while living here was eating authentic food, things that I wouldn't likely get in the states. Yesterday after I cooked an American dish for lunch, I told them they could be the chefs for dinner.

They asked me "can we pick the flowers from behind the house to eat for dinner". I told them they could and when I went to go check on them they looked like little monkeys, high in the tree. They came in with there bags full of little pink flowers, much more than we could eat by ourselves for dinner. Then I had an idea. I asked them "how would you like to cook them for some more people who are visiting from the states?" I was sure the other visiting missionaries at the hospital would want to experience the culture in this way as well. Their faces lit up as they pondered the idea of being the chefs of the evening. We went through the kitchen gathering the ingredients we would need to bring - eggs, meseca, oil, flowers and green beans.  On the hospital grounds there is a "hotel" for visiting teams and they have a large kitchen downstairs.We hopped in the car and were off to our "restaurant". 

The two younger boys lost interest in being the chefs when there was other things to do, but the older two were up to the task at hand. They started preparing the tortillas as I helped separate the flowers. As people came into the kitchen they would hand them a tortilla saying "Probalo", "try it". They would study each persons reaction as they tested their creation. When the "customer" said they like it they would stand up a little taller, very proud of themselves, and continued with their cooking.  

Another couple had prepared chili and bread, which was good because we wouldn't have had enough for all of our guests. When the food was ready we went upstairs to the dining room table which was prepared nicely and lit by candle light. There was 12 of us altogether. We enjoyed good food and company as we fellowshipped together. It was a different experience for some of the boys and you could tell they were trying to take it all in, not quite sure what to do at times.

We had dessert which another gal had made, said our goodbyes and called it a night.

I think they have a future business as restaurant owners, now we just have to come up with a name.