The party really started at 11 o' clock in the morning when dad brought back 15 kilos of pig, pig, pork, seasoned and shredded pork. sorry little guy.
Farm to table everyone. That's how its done in Uganda.
Lets get er dun! But really. Lets get er dun.
And homemade french fries. I never want to go back to pre-made potatoes ever again. But that's probably not going to be a reality in my life since i will never own a fryer. But hey, i like to dream.
There was so much pork we thought the oven rack was going to break. But then i realized that that was a silly hypothesis since those were iron rods we were talking about. Iron rods don't break, do they? Oh the mysteries in life.
Then, because we were in Uganda, and Ugandan parties always start and end with dancing...we(they) danced. and danced. and danced. and danced.
Did i mention that of the mentors brought speakers? Because you just cannot have a party without speakers. I'm pretty sure its a law in this country.
Speaking of country, we played country music...?? Yes, my friends, Ugandans moving their hips to rascal flatt's and dixie chicks. Nothing says barbecue like, like. Well i don't really know what says barbecue, but i do know that Ugandans can move their hips to any genre of music.