peanut butter

Since arriving in Nampula, Jose (the "empregado"--house help--of the family who previously lived in our house) has been helping us out as we look for an "empregada"(female house help). It seems to be pretty difficult to find a female empregada up here for various cultural reasons and the norm is definitely for men to be in these positions--they do everything from washing laundry to running errands to serving as a sort of security guard. Although it has definitely been a cultural adjustment for me (Sharon) to get used to having him around the house throughout these past weeks, we have been thankful for his help.

The other day, I asked him to show me how to make peanut butter in the traditional Mozambican way. Cohen was in dreamland that afternoon but Christian got in on the fun.

After roasting 2 kg of peanuts, Jose rubbed the peanuts together to get the peels loose.

Christian also helped.

Then, using a "peneira" (a woven reed basket/sifter), Jose repeatedly tossed the peanuts into the air and the wind blew away the peels.

Next, he emptied the peanuts into the "pilao" (large wooden mortar).

It took about 15 minutes of strenuous pounding to grind the peanuts, occasionally separating the fine grounds from the large pieces with the "peneira" again.

Finally, the peanuts were ground into small pieces and the natural oils began to make them creamy. Later I added a sprinkle of sugar and pinch of salt and we now have 2 kg of crunchy peanut butter!

Christian, what are you doing with the peneira?

And hey! That's peanut butter in your hair!

Our yard

Here are a few pictures of our yard where the boys and I spend a good deal of time every morning. Our house is the top floor of this structure (another home has the bottom floor) and our yard begins at the road and extends down the side of this house to the back.


Here is the opposite view where you can see our gate.

We planted some tomatoes, mint, citronella grass, pineapple and a pepper plant in a space right beside the driveway. It is really fun to have this little space to get our hands in the earth even living right here in the middle of the city.

Toward the back of our yard, there is a cement overhang and a small little room called a "dependencia" where our security guards hang out at night as they are watching our house. To the right of the little grassy space there are several fruit trees including papaya, avocado, lemon, and here you can see the guava tree.

These are the stairs that lead up to our floor.

View of the yard from the stairs.

Trip to Nampula Mozambique

So we made it back to Mozambique!

We flew out of Lexington and eventually landed in Johannesburg, South Africa, where we spent the night at a lodge just outside of town. It was kind of neat, actually, to wake up to some cool and fresh air and walk around the lodge where they had some local game.


From J-burg we flew to Beira and spent a few days there both catching up with and saying good bye to friends and other missionaries before beginning the two day trip up to Nampula. That first day we stopped off in Gorongosa--the district that we had spent quite a bit of time working in since arriving in Mozambique. We were able to meet up with a couple of former Mozambican co-workers and it was neat to see them while the boys ran around and got out some energy.

We arrived at the Zambezi River in the early afternoon. You have to cross it by barge and that particular day the barge workers took an extra long lunch break. So we waited in line for about an hour and a half before finally crossing. It was another good little break for the kids, though, as they had one more stop to get out and ran around. We watched women washing clothes and little kids playing on the banks of the river--right beside the signs warning of crocodiles (The Zambezi is notorious for crocodile and hippo attacks!)

We also watched as all kinds of animals were loaded onto trucks and readied to cross the river. Particularly interesting was a herd of goats who were quite unceremoniously hauled up on top of a large truck where they were tied up and left to endure the rest of their journey.

After two days of travel in our car, we finally made it to Nampula where we stayed in some guest housing for about two weeks before moving into our own apartment. We are so thankful for the safety of the trip and excited to be back here in Mozambique.

We don't have quite the same "view of the Indian Ocean" as we had in Beira (Nampula is about three hours inland from the coast) and I know we'll miss the sea--dirty or not. But we are enjoying the interesting rock formations and mountains that this area is known for. And we're looking forward to our next trip to the ocean!

"more than a friend"

To our friends, the Dunns:


We have always said that we have the most amazing friends in the world. But never have we had the chance to experience such friendship, love, fun, sacrifice, and giving as we experienced in your home. You have been more than friends to us and we will always remember our time in your home those weeks as such a special and grace-filled gift from our Lord.




Canaan, sweetie, thanks for taking Cohen under your wing (literally!)...


And teaching him about the joy of a good ball game with Dad ...


And how to be a good Cats fan...


Thanks for all the toys you shared with Christian and Cohen. They had so much fun! ...


Especially with your "Flinstone" car and your tricycle.



And Sarai, you're a sweet heart!


What a special treat to be around a little princess!

You had such a sweet little spirit even with the addition of two more brothers...

...to love on you...

...push you around...

...and occasionally steal your popsicle.


We do have such amazing friends in you and it is a privilege to both be serving the same God together! We love you guys.

Ok, so this picture doesn't really fit with the rest... But I love the memory it brings with it. Cohen and Christian were sitting on the large sofa reading books and I watched as, after a while, Canaan inched over to be closer to Cohen. Cohen, without looking up from his book, moved slightly further down the couch. After a few seconds of looking at his book, Canaan looked up to see Cohen and scooted over to him again, this time up so close their arms and legs were touching. Cohen, apparently feeling a bit uncomfortable but still oblivious, picked himself up and scooted WAY over to the end of the couch and settled down to read his book. Not long after that, and still pretty absorbed in his own book, Canaan inched his way over to Cohen and plopped down beside him. Well, not so much beside him as practically ON him, as you can see. I laughed remember how Shannon and I had just had a conversation earlier in the week about how Shannon could tell already that Canaan is someone who really likes physical touch and I had noted how Cohen seems to be more someone who needs his space.