If you inexplicably smelled something good being grilled about a week ago, I may have the explanation. Grab a couple of napkins, forget the silverware, and pull up a chair.
It rained last night.
i believe i’ll have the nyama choma combo plate, supersized. and hold the oysters. thanks much.
Wow!…some compaction and feast. What a time! Can’t wait to see the next phase.Hope we see you around Christmas.
I’m still laughing at that misfit yellow compactor — and you spring this goat-fest on us? After walking it out in front of us and the kids like it was Mary’s little lamb?
By the way, is that yellow compactor still spewing and grinding somewhere in the middle of the night? There’s only so much oil left in the sub-Sahara, I’ll let you know.
The incomparable one and I shared a plate of nyama choma last week with Mrs Masa and another couple. Finally the legend took physical form. He asks continually after you, and still looks very smart in his pressed shirts.
The feast was more fun than the compacting, but they both had their charm. I’ll see you soon. Cioppino (sp) at Greg and Susan’s!!
It’s a good thing Mary’s little lamb wasn’t around that day or we would have eaten it too. It was a hungry crew.
The “Yellow Submarine” as I came to think of it, is, I would imagine, busy making things flat and hard, and increasing Kenya’s oil dependency in the bargain as it rattles along.
wow, first-hand confirmation of a mrs. masa! she’s like norm’s wife vera. give them all a hearty habari for me.
caption for the photo from 10/22:
“area muzungu devours boy’s halloween candy”
claims, ‘i needed something sweet after i ate your pet goat.’
I didn’t know they delivered The Standard all the way to San Diego. And I thought that unfortunate and misunderstood candy incident had been…dealt with.
But fair is fair. I’m recaptioning the incriminating pic.
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