My companion and I just visited a local merchant, entitled National. We were talking about what we would have for dinner tomorrow. Since we have not had any beef since we arrived here over four months ago, we decided to purchase a small roast.
A few weeks ago I was reading an advertisement from National and they were advertising about the good quality of roast they had, brought in from the US. So while we were there we looked at their roasts. Bonnie asked me what certain words meant, and of course, since those words were not in the vocabulary of a missionary, I told her I didn't know. It was probably a loin, or a prime rib, or something.
Well we arrived home and I went next door to purchase a few rolls from the bakery. There is a bakery on many corners, and one right next to our apartment.
As I walked in with our rolls, Bonnie said, with a sort of smirk, and a little smile, "We just bought a horse." She had the dictionary in her hand and I just started laughing. No, we won't eat horse, and don't know what to do with it, but now we don't have any Sunday dinner tomorrow. Oh the blessings of being in a third or fourth world country. Anyone want a bite of a horse?
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