The Smell of Hospitality
For me, it’s onions frying. When I smell the sweet odor of onions frying in oil with tomatoes and curry, I know a meal is about to be shared. A good meal. One that includes cabbage or beans, pork or chicken, rice or posho. And to me, it’s the smell of hospitality. A meal shared between friends and maybe even strangers. I have eaten this meal in a mud hut. Outside on a bench. With a fork. In a church building. With bare hands. At the Source Café. Around my table in Jinja. At my teammates’ homes. With Tom in […]