This evening we had the pleasure of hosting a new family to the area: Gary and Kimberley and their 3 young daughters. They are also from Washington, from the Seattle area. Gary has just come to Hillcrest International School as the librarian. I personally am excited about having a real librarian in town! They are a lovely family, and I look forward to getting to know them better in the months we have remaining here in Jos.
We had a lovely time talking about many things, including unique things to Washington and the Northwest that we are both familiar with. It was kind of strange to be sitting at a table in Jos, Nigeria discussing things like Clark College, Burgerville, and Starbucks and to have someone know exactly what we were talking about!
When planning the menu, I knew just what dessert to have for these guests . . .Frappucinos! And as evidenced by the pictures, I was absolutely right. Jordan, Cypress, and Isabel could hardly wait for their decaf drinks. Oh yeah, it’s obvious they are from the Northwest all right! They start young, and they gotta have that coffee!
One of the first things I did after coming to Jos was to improvise a frappucino recipe with the ingredients on hand; it was just too hot to have midday regular coffee. It all started with my pet peeve about wasting things. Michael continued to make too much coffee in the mornings. I have always fussed about this in the past. But now, we were hand carrying coffee beans from the U.S. and were continuing to pour coffee down the drain in the morning. What do you do with too much coffee in Africa when every drop counts??? Isn’t the logical conclusion to pour it into ice trays to be used later? (Okay, my family didn’t think so either! I was teased quite a bit.) But now, they enjoy those frappucinos. Actually, our neighbors enjoy the frappucinos. As word got around that the Mitchells have daily frappucinos, the whole mission community enjoyed them at the senior class Valentine’s Day fundraiser thanks to Hannah. Now the gospel of Starbuck’s Frappucinos is even spreading to Nigerians: my cook, housecleaner, and driver like them. (Actually, my driver’s comment in Hausa after he eagerly slurped down his glass was something to the effect of “the bature are killing me with all their good things!” Even Victor, our 10 yr. old “adopted” son, shows up daily in hopes!
Now all we need is an enterprising young Nigerian to come in and take advantage of this market that’s been created!
We had a lovely time talking about many things, including unique things to Washington and the Northwest that we are both familiar with. It was kind of strange to be sitting at a table in Jos, Nigeria discussing things like Clark College, Burgerville, and Starbucks and to have someone know exactly what we were talking about!
When planning the menu, I knew just what dessert to have for these guests . . .Frappucinos! And as evidenced by the pictures, I was absolutely right. Jordan, Cypress, and Isabel could hardly wait for their decaf drinks. Oh yeah, it’s obvious they are from the Northwest all right! They start young, and they gotta have that coffee!
One of the first things I did after coming to Jos was to improvise a frappucino recipe with the ingredients on hand; it was just too hot to have midday regular coffee. It all started with my pet peeve about wasting things. Michael continued to make too much coffee in the mornings. I have always fussed about this in the past. But now, we were hand carrying coffee beans from the U.S. and were continuing to pour coffee down the drain in the morning. What do you do with too much coffee in Africa when every drop counts??? Isn’t the logical conclusion to pour it into ice trays to be used later? (Okay, my family didn’t think so either! I was teased quite a bit.) But now, they enjoy those frappucinos. Actually, our neighbors enjoy the frappucinos. As word got around that the Mitchells have daily frappucinos, the whole mission community enjoyed them at the senior class Valentine’s Day fundraiser thanks to Hannah. Now the gospel of Starbuck’s Frappucinos is even spreading to Nigerians: my cook, housecleaner, and driver like them. (Actually, my driver’s comment in Hausa after he eagerly slurped down his glass was something to the effect of “the bature are killing me with all their good things!” Even Victor, our 10 yr. old “adopted” son, shows up daily in hopes!
Now all we need is an enterprising young Nigerian to come in and take advantage of this market that’s been created!
Lisa
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