On Thursday, as I was walking over to catch the UMU bus for the trip to Rubaga, I ran into Emma Fineblit. Emma's a student here on an exchange program of some type. I don't know the details, but I was in touch with her mom when the VC asked me to reassure her that Uganda is really a safe place. Since I know my folks had some misgivings early on, I understood and sent Emma's mom an email.
Emma and I say hi every now and then. She fits right in with the students and seems to be having a good time.
Anyway, it seems that Emma's aunt read in the blog that we don't have chocolate chips here and brought Emma some. Emma gave them to me and Bry'Chell and I mixed up a double batch of chocolate chip cookies today. We haven't finished baking them, but we've made three trays full. They're just about gone.
Sr. Elizabeth had a few--she took two home for her niece. Maria came over for a little tutoring (she finally said her multiplication tables correctly--hurray) she ate some and I sent her home with some cookies--two for her, two for her sister, Joyce, and two for her mom. Maria tried to convince me that the cookies should all be for her--one for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc. I remained unconvinced and told her to be sure to give them to Joyce and her mom. She will, but only because she knows that Joyce with talk to me and will be very unhappy if she finds out Maria ate all the cookies.
The next two trays of cookies have serious dents where Bry'Chell and I indulged. We rode to the equator and back this afternoon, so we can afford a few cookies. Bry'Chell can always afford a few cookies.
Bry'Chell will take some to school tomorrow to share with her friends. They have developed a taste for American cookies. These will top the charts.
Chocolate chip cookies are pretty wonderful. A taste of home before we actually get there. Thanks, Emma's aunt. I hope you read this.
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