mambwe fable?

Traditional Mambwe story shared by my French teacher this past week (he's Zambian born originally in the Congo - Mambwe a tribe/language I think found in Northern province in Zambia):

A woman is walking through the fields, carrying some plastic bins and her baby. She trips, and her husband says to her, "Leave the baby to fall, and get the bins. You can always have another baby."

Um. Oh right... TIA?

Unrelatedly, did kalbi (korean short ribs) barbecue last night. And it was awesome - forgot how delicious korean food is (though garlicky as hell) and how anything you can cook outdoors over charcoal is always going to be good. Also braai-ed: kabobs with mushrooms, bell pepper, and haloumi and corn. Halmoumi is I think in my top 3 favorite foods to braai - salty, Greek cheese. And we made fresh-squeezed mint lemonade from lemon's from my friend Mo's lemon tree (seriously, this thing is the most abundant tree I've ever seen) and mint from my new, little herb garden.

A weather breakdown for Zambia: June/July are the cold season, October is the peak of the hot season, and December through April is the rainy season. Weather is pretty consistent in these periods (thank goodness - it's no temperamental Boston), and September is definitely the best month for blue skies, sun, and cool nights every single day. So life right now is pretty suburban, summery and chilled out. Lots of outdoor cooking and eating, which is delightful.

Other good, less conventional braai item that we didn't do yesterday - pineapple rings.

OH. And the election date is set - October 30!