“Every morning you are reborn, and prove it worthwhile.”

The White Rabbit and I share the lateness of the hour. My morning has been leisurely. I read both papers and doubt I missed anything happening here or in the greater world. While my English muffin was toasting, I watered the plants. I am such a multi-tasker say I with a bit of tongue in cheek.

Yesterday it poured. I had to shut windows and doors. It was a noisy rain battering the roof and dripping from the eaves. Gracie slept in her crate most of the afternoon. I took a nap, the best thing to do on a rainy afternoon.

Today is another delight. It is in the mid 70’s and will go down to the low 60’s tonight, perfect sleeping weather, and every day for the rest of the week is predicted the same as today though tomorrow night may even get as low as the high 50’s. It feels more like fall than summer especially in the mornings.

Okay, it’s time for a little bit of Ghana here. The trigger was the cool morning, my favorite part of the day in Ghana. Each morning was the same. I’d have my two eggs cooked in groundnut oil as the Ghanaians call it, peanut oil for us, two pieces of toast, wonderful toast from uncut loaves of bread sold from trays balanced on women’s heads, and two huge cups of coffee, bad coffee which I actually got used to drinking. The food was cooked over charcoal on a small round hibachi like burner. The toast was cooked against the hot sides of the burner and needed turning. Boiling the water was first so I could drink my coffee while the rest of my breakfast was cooking. Thomas was my cook. He’d hand me the coffee, and I’d go outside and sit on my porch, no chair, just concrete steps. Little kids would pass me going in both directions. Just outside the front of the school was an elementary school and just beyond the back gate was a middle school. My house was beside that back gate so I could see the students lining up and hear the national anthem before they went into school. The youngest, heading to the elementary school, always stopped to say good morning and stayed a while and stared. A white person in Bolga in those days was still a novelty.

I had a table, a couple of chairs and a refrigerator in my dining area. One whole wall was just screening, no glass, and the floor always got soaked when it rained. Thomas would call me to breakfast. Those were the best tasting eggs I’ve ever had. On my two trips back, I had eggs every morning, and they were as delicious as I remembered. The coffee was still the worst. In forty years breakfast hadn’t changed a bit and mornings were still my favorite part of the Ghanaian day.

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10 Comments on ““Every morning you are reborn, and prove it worthwhile.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I could have used ground nut in my post today as well but I would most likely had written soil nut 🙂 fun that we actually call it much the same as the Gahanians! Were the eggs fried in oil because otherwise it sounds a bit odd, to boil eggs in oil 🙂

    Yes it does feel like autumn and they will have frost tonight in the most northern parts of my country, I sure hope it waits till its usual time here further south 🙂

    I do like our cool to cold mornings here, the only time during summer that is fly free. Not many of them left nbow though but as You know they were soo annoying today!

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Yes, they were fried in groundnut oil. When I got home, I missed the wonderful taste of those eggs so I started using peanut oil to fry my eggs.

      We are still a long way from the first frost but tomorrow night is going to be quite chilly.

      I don’t get flies, but I do get mosquitos. The good thing, though, is if there is a breeze they don’t come up on the deck and bite us. They tend to prefer ground level targets.

      Have a great evening!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I fry my eggs in olive oil. Unless I have bacon and then I use the bacon fat because mmmm bacon fat. 🙂

    I did nothing today. Walked the dogs a couple of times and we all napped. I did a bit of knitting and a bit of reading and a bit of internet surfing.

    It’s another lovely day up here after the deluge. The sun is warm and the breeze is almost cold. I’ll make sure the furnace is off tonight because it may get cold enough for it to kick on and that would not be good with open windows.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I know what you mean about the taste of bacon grease, and I really love bacon!!

      I watered plants and changed my bed. That is like a full day for me. Roseana and Lee are here cleaning the house, a bonus.

      Lovely here as well. It is supposed to get down to 60˚ tonight. My heat is off so that won’t be a problem. Tomorrow will be 59˚-yikes. That’s October to me.

      Have a great evening!

  3. im6 Says:

    It’s 100º here on David Crosby’s 73rd birthday:

    • katry Says:

      I’ll take New England any time. It was 77˚ today.

      He’s looking old but he’s sounding just fine!

      Happy Birthday to David!!

      • im6 Says:

        There’s probably no one more surprised that David made it to this age than David himself. Pick an addiction and it’s likely he had it. And he DOES sound really good for such an old coot, doesn’t he? He probably eats lots of bacon!

      • katry Says:

        I was surprised at how good he sounded.

  4. flyboybob Says:

    Every culture has their own way to prepare food and sometimes it turns out to be a very pleasant surprise. Besides the oil the eggs were probably laid by ‘free range chickens’ instead of the industrial ones that most store bought eggs. I Africa all chickens are probably free to roam and eat natural food.

    It’s hot here as usual but not scorching hot.

    • katry Says:

      That is so true. Common ingredients become uncommon dishes. They were my chickens and they were free range and all over the school compound, but they did come home to lay their eggs. Some I let set on the eggs while I took others for breakfast.

      Cool week during the nights coming.

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