or, "White-Girl Wednesdays"
Mom looked at the spread laid out on the kitchen table. “Oh, good,” she said, sounding less than convinced. “What is it?”
Caitlin, Leanna and I laughed. “It’s tacos, Mom!” Leanna said.
“Oh, okay.”
“Boo Boo why don’t you show Mom how to make it,” Caitlin said. By “Boo Boo”, she meant me.
“Alright Mom, this is how we do this,” I said. I grabbed a plate and pulled out one of the tortillas Leanna and Agape had homemade from traditional East African chapatti dough.
I layered her taco with ground beef, cheese, tomatoes, salsa and homemade guacamole. She looked dubiously at the plate when I added a scoop of beans and handful of tortilla chips. “This is how we eat tacos at my house,” I told her, handing her the plate. “No utensils.”
“Oh, ok, good.” She still didn’t sound excited, so I quickly reassured her,
“It’s really okay if you don’t like it, Mom. We won’t be offended.”
“Yeah,” Caitlin said. “We made pancakes in Cambodia and nobody liked those.”
“Or the spaghetti,” Leanna added.
“No, no,” Mom said. “I am now in America. I am eating with President Obama!”
We all laughed and filled our plates. Mom lifted the taco and we all froze, holding our breath. She took a bite, hesitant at first, and then smiled. “Oh, it’s so good!”
The rest of the night was spent laughing, watching Telemundo TV shows and dancing through the kitchen. It was one of those rate nights on the Race where everything is comfortable and feels like home. We became a family united by delicious food and a love for the big God we serve.
PS- Munzungu Miercoles (or, White-Girl Wednesdays) are now a running tradition. Next week, we're making Chapatti Pizzas!
“You are members of God’s family. Together, we are his house, built on the foundation of the apostles and the prophets. And the cornerstone is Christ Jesus himself. We are carefully joined together in him becoming a holy temple for the LORD.” -Ephesians 2: 19-21
