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Last night I enjoyed one of the best burgers I've ever eaten. Part of it may have been the onions, tomatoes, basil, etc. that was actually in the patty. Part of it might also be that my standards have been significantly reduced in terms of my culinary discretion over the past 7 months. Either way, greetings on your cooking Brandon.
I was warned about food in Niger before I came here. I was told that I had better enjoy millet. It was reccomended that I bring lots of spices, as the food here was very bland. I was also led to believe that the food here was just thoroughly unappetizing and the prospects of getting any sort of standard American fare were slim at best. All of these things I have found to be true, sometimes.
Generally speaking it is not too hard to get a hamburger or pizza in Niamey. However, you have to watch out for bones in the ground beef and the pizza is not exactly Dominoe's delivery. Think of the more gourmet pizza's you can get in America and that's what pizza is like here. Delicious...but not quite what I was looking for. Like everything else in Niger, American food here is consistantly inconsistant.
In terms of actual Nigerien cuisine, I don't actually have too many complaints. In Hamdalley we were absolutely spoiled. Like most Nigerien meals, the ones served during training consisted of a starchy base with some kind of sauce. Usually there was a meat and veggie sauce along with a vegetarian alternative, served over couscous, rice, or pasta. Occaisionally we were treated to a ground meat pizza which was much closer to American cafeteria style pizza. Every now and again we would get some true delicacy like roast guinea fowl or goat meat brochettes.
My host family during training was a bit more traditional. We pretty much ate rice and sauce every night. Though I have heard through the grape vine that my host mom is one of the best if not the best cook in Hamdalleye. The variety of sauces served was impressive over the course of the two months, and they frequently had meat. Other volunteers were not so lucky and basically had rice and "snot sauce" (okra sauce) every night. We also occaisionally had rice and beans (my favorite standard dish) or pasta.
In the bush is another story entirely. Every night my villagers eat kolkoti and kofois. Kolkoti is corn. They pound it into a coarse meal and basically make grits out of it. I like grits so this is not too bad. This serves as the starchy base for the kofois, or baobob leaf sauce. They pound the leaves of the baobob tree and through some process I have never bothered to observe, turn it into a sort of grean slime. I often liken it to a Nigerien version of pesto. Except that instead of a small amount giving a subtle yet pungent flavor, they creat a half inch thick layer of the slime on top of the kolkoti gelatin. It's actually pretty good when done right...but not every single night.
For lunch they almost always make rice and beans, though less frequently these days as we are now into hunger season. Rice and beans is my favorite bush food. When I go to market I always end up eating at least 2 helpings at the little market restaurents. It's not really any more complex than it sounds. But it has a ton of oil and salt and is just wonderfully filling and tasty.
Such is the crux of Nigerien cuisine, rice and sauce or rice and beans. The sauces vary from meaty, nutty, spicy, or just bland. All in all though it's not too unfortunate. Sometimes the snot sauce is rather unfortunately textured.
The other primary food is millet drink, called huro, doonu, coweh, or a multitude of other names. Usually it contains milk, but not always. Basically they produce a sort of millet paste that they then dilute with the liquid of choice. I personally quite enjoy kooku, which is the drink with just water and is served hot. I find it tastes like runny grits and makes an excellent breakfast if you add powdered milk and suger.
Speaking of powdered milk, it's amazing some of the things I have acquired a taste for in terms of my own cooking. I generally go through a box and a half of powdered milk a week, between cooking and just drinking a cup or two of it a day. I figure I have to get my protein from somewhere and it's actually a pleasant and filling afternoon beverage. I also drink a cup of Nescafe every morning. A far cry from the Green Mountain Roasters I used to drink all the time back home. But if you load it with powdered milk and sugar it's almost like a cheap cappucino. When I'm in Niamey I go all out and get the street coffe with sweetened condensed milk. However, when I do get a cup of real coffee it's that much more of an amazing treat.
As I mentioned, my villagers primarily eat kolkoti and kofois every night, so I mostly cook my own food. I eat a bowl of oatmeal every morning with my coffee. As far as lunch and dinner goes it usually consists of some sort of pasta or rice or both and a choice of either red or white sauce. I once texted someone "If you consider differently shaped pasta constitutes dietary variety...you might be a real PCV."
The only vegetable I can reliably get at market is onions, and even those are scarce and crummy right now. Rogo is not so bad and adds some bulk to my dishes. Mostly I improvise with whatever random root, or sweet potato, or squash is in season at the time. I'll just say it's a good thing I like onions. I do also add baobob leaves to almost everything, though my villagers don't understand why I don't want to pound them into mush before adding them to my food.
I have to say that spices are key. It's amazing how much variety in meals you can trick yourself into thinking you have just by mixing it up with spices. Lately I don't bother choosing between rice and pasta anymore. I just cook em both, add an onion if I have it, some oil, and then decide what kind of spices to add. Invariably I always add a bullion cube or two (It's the secret to good cooking). The other day I made a curry rice with some rogo (which is casava root by the way) which I thought was rather mediocre. But I gave a taste to a kid and he said I cooked better than the women. Go me!
The monotony get's broken up by the occaisional infusion of care package food, usually instant soups or pasta mixes. Big thanks to mom for keeping those coming, just got two packages today, including the one with a ton of Beef Jerky courtesy of the awsome folks at the Snowshoe Pub in Montgomery Center, VT. (A little plug for you guys ;-)
Eating healthy enough isn't too challenging here. You just can't be too picky. I know several PCV's who have lost a lot of weight because they just can't get used to a largely uninteresting diet. I like food. If it's edible, I will probably enjoy eating it. And so I honestly enjoy the cuisine here for the most part.
It's also nice that I found a restaurent in Niamey that has good steak au poivre.
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So yesterday I got an email from a woman who found my address on an RPCV web site. She wanted to know if I was the same guy she worked with during stage in the town that started with an H.... Turns out I'm not that guy but we did meet and I know the guy she's confusing me with. Thought I'd go to the RPCV site to check what I wrote and stumbled across a listing of blogs from current PCVs. I just picked yours because it said C.Sebastian like see Sebastian. There you are talking about Hamdalleye (that H town) in your recent blog. Anyway I was a PCV in Niamey 25 years ago. I was the city life volunteer - studio apartment, editor of the Camel Express, dark and light suits both of which I actually used. Not to scare you but I never returned home (except for vacations). I met someone in Niamey and I've been overseas ever since. I even stayed in Niamey for seven years. We are currently living in Muang Sing, Laos. My Peace Corps skills are coming in very handy right now. Once I get the Little House in Laos up to snuff I'll find a project to work on. Maybe a blog! Your blog brings back lots of memories. Thanks.
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