My husband thinks I'm a hypochondriac.
And...well...I can't blame him.
Since we've been here, I've had malaria three times, cholera twice, tapeworms, cancer, heart failure and a medicine cabinet full of other ailments.
All in my head.
(Except for the tapeworms. I'm still convinced that those are in my stomach--which I'm pretty sure I felt wriggling through my abdomen the other day.)
But I can honestly say--and Aaron can't deny--that I am sick.
Of beans and rice,
rice and beans,
beans with rice,
rice with beans,
beans with a side of rice,
and rice with a side of beans.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining--really. They're a healthy choice, and with a pinch of salt they actually taste pretty good.
But some days, those tapeworms really don't want beans and rice.
3 comments:
Here's a new twist to consider: skip the beans and have rice with a mango. It's absolutely delicious, I tell you.
well you know that they say...
"Beans, Beans, the magical food..." those kenyan's know whats goin on!!!
Too cute! Tapeworm aka baby??? Hey and just like American say "there are people starving in Africa" now you can say "hey there are Americans wishing for a tapeworm". :) Do you need me to send you some Lucky Charms or something yummy. I will!!
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