For the last few days my housemates and I have been discussing making pizza for dinner on Saturday night. We were ready for some home cooked food and looked forward to eating in our own house. We of course could not do this with out some adventure along the way. I am finding out on a daily basis that making plans here is next to impossible and if you do plan to do something you need to plan for something to be changed within that plan.
Our pizza making adventure started on Friday, when we did our grocery shopping. We decided not to go to the bigger store that is about a 30 minute drive away, so instead we stopped first at a duka (these are small stores along the road). Most times at these you tell them what you what and they get it off the shelf for you. This is difficult with limited Swahili, so I decided it was just easier to walk behind the counter and get the things myself. We were able to get most of the things on our list at this duka, which was nice. We got back into our tuk tuk and then had our driver drop us off at Africana Junction. This is a very busy intersection, so we are standing there with all of our bags, deciding where to go next.
We then continued our shopping trip by getting on another tuk tuk and heading to a gas station called Engen, which is also a "larger" store. Here we were able to pick up some more things that we had on our list of food for the week. We also almost had all the ingredients for pizza, but were not able to buy cheese. We then went back to Africana Junction and walked around some small vegetable stands and bought some fruits and vegetables. We were then each carrying three or four bags. I decided to walk back to the hotel that we were eating dinner at that night from where we were with my housemate Emily, so the other housemates loaded onto a tuk tuk with the 10 or so grocery bags to head home.
We now had all the ingredients to make a pizza, except for cheese :) I was very excited for Saturday to come. Well Saturday afternoon came and I started to make the pizza crust, while my housemate Sarah started making homemade sauce. After I finished making the crust I figured I should attempt to turn the oven on since this was our first time using the oven. It was a good thing that I tried to turn it on, because after about 30 minutes of trying to make it work we figured out that we were not going to be able to get it to work. Oh yeah forgot to mention it was now about 5:30 and we had some friends coming over to eat pizza with us also bringing the cheese with them for the pizzas.
Well not eating the pizza in my mind was not an option. The couple coming over was just moving into their house and did not have an oven. My thoughts at this time were spinning. My first thought was to build a fire outside and cook it over the fire. I figured that would take a long time so the back up plan was to call some other missionary friends I met in training to see if we could use their oven. You have to understand for me to call anyone on the phone is a stretch and now I am calling to see if we can use their oven. Well they said yes, so we packed up the pizza sheets with the dough on them, and the sauce. We walked 10 minutes to the main road and three of my housemates got on a tuk tuk and headed to the other house to cook the pizza dough. I went with my other housemate to pick up the cheese at our other friends house. There we loaded in the car they are borrowing with the cheese and headed to the place we were making the pizzas.
It ended as a successful event. Although a long drawn out process, we were all very happy for the pizza at the end of the evening. I realize this is long, but this whole process made me realize that gone are my days of essentially doing anything quickly. I can no longer call up the local pizza place and have a pizza in 20 minutes. I must say in this process it has made me realize how much I take for granted in the U.S. How I don't think twice about when I switch my light switch on in the morning if there will actually be light, or when I walk into the shower and turn it on if there will actually be water. If I go to my oven and turn it on I am not thinking about if it will work or not and when I want to do laundry I throw it in the washer and forget about it. This is Africa has run through my mind many times in the last few weeks, and now when I have the above mentioned things it is exciting. When we arrived home last night from our pizza adventure, we walked up to our front door and I was very excited that we had electricity. It is the small things in life here that create great excitement and make you realize how blessed you are. It was great to end the evening watching a movie with my housemates and realize how grateful I am for the opportunity I have to serve God here in Tanzania. Life may not always be easy here, but there will always be adventure around the corner :)
Putting the cheese on the pizza :)
Pizzas are finally cooking
My housemates Kara and Emily waiting for the pizzas to be done.