Chiwindi

We still have considerable linguistic difficulties with the local
dialect, Chichewa. Today we received a major morning storm so power
has been out ever since. We decided, instead of undertaking the
charcoal stove project, to eat out at one of our smoke-filled bamboo
hut restaurants in the market. The proprietors spoke no Portuguese, so
communication was a little difficult. These types of places only have
one item on their oral menu, but when we tried to ascertain this
information all we got was the word chiwindi. We pressed the issue
further and got some pantimiming something about our bellies and we
figured the owners wanted to know how hungry we were so they could
serve an adequate portion. What they actually were telling us arrived
on our plates: goat liver and intestines. Bon appetit!