WIHTWH: seasonal delicacies

Dry season: mice on a stick
Boiled and salted field mice, skewered.
"Crunchy and delicious."









Rainy season: termites
Caught, drowned, dewinged, fried in oil, salted.
"Tastes like popcorn."

WIHTWH: a very supportive breastfeeding environment

It's one of the profound joys I have in motherhood and womanhood, and I'll tell you, it only gets more and more fun as my babe gets older. I love being in a place where, if I'm in the middle of a Relief Society lesson, I'm not only allowed, but encouraged to multitask: stand at the blackboard with my boy cradled in one arm, calmed and stilled with warm milky familiarity, chalk or teaching manual in the other.

"It's not a problem," our Relief Society president assures me. "This is part of our culture."

ps: In the category of "odd ways to measure a life's time,"
Finn turned one a month ago. That means I've been nursing offspring for roughly ten percent of my life.