Burst of flavor, big surprise
Years ago a good friend introduced me to this delightful cake She was a great cook and had many old recipes. She said this recipe made “one to eat, one to share, and one to keep for later”. Dan and I spent great times with the Mann’s, they were an older couple who liked to ride more than drive. We made lots of day trips to the Hill Country. Mr. Bart and Dan both smoked a pipe and were happy to sit on the benches outside while Mrs. Mann and I shopped in the antique stores. She liked water tumblers and I liked everything. If you try this recipe, you will be surprised. It is wonderful!
APRICOT LOAF CAKE
11 oz.package of dried apricots (cut up and soak in warm water for 30 minutes,drain)
2 cups sugar
4 T. Shortening
½ cup water
1 cup orange juice
4 cups flour, sift before measuring
4 tsp. baking powder
½ tsp. soda
1 tsp. salt
½ cup chopped pecans
Cream shortening and sugar, then beat in eggs. Mix dry ingredients together and add to the batter alternately with the water/orange juice, ending with flour. Blend in nuts and apricots.
Line bottoms of 3 loaf pans with wax paper, spray with Pam, and pour in cake batter. Bake 55 minutes at 350 degrees or until done. Cool slightly, remove wax paper and put cakes back in pans. Dribble a mixture of 3/4 cup sugar and 3/4 cup of orange juice over tops of warm cakes.
As you can see, there are a few chickens in the cages. I saw several people carrying chickens in town, they just held their legs and they stayed calm.
There are shops all over Kitale, if you want produce you will need to find a different store for each item. The egg place sells eggs, it is usually right beside several other egg places. The eggs we bought were always fresh and the shells were hard, no cracked eggs~then the meat market might be by the tattoo parlor, barber shop, or even beside the choo (public toilet).
The men’s toilet was more simple than the lady’s. Two things that desperately need fixing in Kenya are lack of sewer systems and the roads. I feel for them~
here is a typical ladies toilet. The blocks are to stand on, not sit, you figure it out. Only once did I need to use such a facility and that was a disaster.
Since there are few if any refrigerators, ice boxes, or even ice, everything needs to be bought daily and in small quantities. There was a place that sold dry beans, seeds and maize. They had big sacks with the tops rolled open to scoop the grain out and weigh it. That day there was a roaming street chicken in one of the sacks, scratching and eating, she had found the meal of a lifetime. The store owner didn’t even shoo her away, he just kept sweeping the sidewalk. I shivered and kept walking.
This next little shop was on the street near Mili Mani, the man carried a variety of things from eggs, to batteries, phone minutes, sugar cane, jars of nuts and soda pops. (I wondered about tobacco, I never saw anyone smoking the whole time we were there).
This man’s little shed was a going business. He always had customers. I noticed people adding minutes to their cell phone. Nearly every store in town sold phone minutes.
these girls were all fixed up. I saw a woman in the clothing market sitting on the floor behind a bench and she was not happy at all. I passed by later in the afternoon and she was still there, and still very upset. Then I noticed that she was having her hair braided in tiny dreadlocks and I am sure it was very painful.
Here is a beauty parlor, there were a lot of these. In the slums, most people have their head shaved, it is hard to tell if the children are boys or girls, except the girls wear dresses. The more affluent women have longer beautiful hair or wear a wig, whether or not they have hair they are all pretty, tall and slender, and have beautiful smiles. A surprise was the car dealerships, mostly Toyota and Nissan, their lots were filled with a big inventory of vehicles. There were a lot of motor bikes for sale. I liked them, they were whisper quite. I thought the people were quiet too, they spoke softly and were friendly and pleasant. I am just about to the end of my adventure in Kenya , thank you for staying with me. I will have to find something else to write about now.
Every morning started early with Bible Study and a different Bible verse. Nearly all the kids could read, the little ones were just learning~
Today I want to show more pictures from Children’s Rescue Centre.
they were liking the teacher~
this is an eight year old, All of these children had lost both parents and some had been here for most of their lives. It is like one big family, all are brothers and sisters to each other. They have a good life~
These faces are embedded in my mind and it does something to my heart to look at them.
Benton, Abbie and Lisa brought bags of popcorn for everyone one afternoon, here is little Sammy enjoying his new treat. Like the ice cream, it might have been something they had never eaten before. They will remember this day!
Every child was special, they each had personalities different for the others, some were even little characters, they were funny and entertaining and loving.
these kids had interesting shoes, one with cowboy boots and the other with something completely different. They sometimes shed their shoes when they played in the yard. It was amazing but there were no stickers or grass burrs .
It was like going to a party every day where everyone was nice. The boys danced too, when they did the big circle dance, the one in the center did the kicks and threw the grass but they also rolled their eyes back in their heads until you could only see the whites of their eyes. It was hilarious! Everyone laughed, this was the best part.
Elizabeth was dancing with Lucy, it is hard to explain the dance, it was like Zumba with a bustle tied on their behinds. Those girls could really move every joint in their bodies. They never got out of breath and never got tired.
holding Sammy felt so good, he was a nice little chunk. He was the youngest boy and everyone loved him, we fell in love with ever single child, even the children from across the street who came to play. Jesus loves them, this I know~
Naomi was mama to all the kids, she had a big job. Here she is with some of her boys. They loved playing soccer~Lisa brought them a new soccer ball on the trip but it came with a hole in it. She was able to find another one in Kitale though. One rule, if you kicked it into the side of the chicken house you were on the bench. (for a long time)
I will be wrapping up my Africa blog soon and hope you will enjoy seeing the rest of my pictures. Each one is special to me just as each child was special. I am hoping Charles Manside will take his laptop to the orphanage one day and let the kids see the pictures. They LOVE pictures.
This is the Rescue Centre’s Rat Catcher. That thing was nearly as big as he was.
we had been told we would be stared at and not to be offended, this child probably never saw a white person before and was curious. The other children are those we brought from the orphanage to read Bible verses to the others.
I couldn’t get all the pictures on yesterday’s blog so today I will show you some of the people who live in the villages out from Mali Saba.
this little girl was darling, you don’t realize she is carrying her baby brother on her back at first. The children all dress nicely, the girls wear dresses.
The children are beautiful, something you notice all over Kenya. They are quiet and polite and don’t fight with each other.
the families are large, they want large families and prefer having boys. They have their babies at home and if something goes wrong, there is no money for a hospital.
You can see the older children taking care of the babies in the family. I don’t know how they wrap them up to carry them on their backs, I wish I had asked. They would have been happy to show me.
this little girl was not too happy, she wasn’t crying but there were tears.
I didn’t hear any babies crying the whole time on the trip, this little girl had tears but it only lasted a minute. I wanted every baby I saw. I wanted this one~
The baby was really interested in what was going on, the little girl was laughing at me. All the kids loved to see their pictures on the camera screen afterwards.
these two little girls were all smiles, they had gotten used to the white faces. I remember when I was about four years old and saw my first black person. I went blank, I had no idea what happened to her. These children are the same, they didn’t have a clue as to why we weren’t brown~