We have a Malaysian visitor with us since last Saturday and it's been fun for us to take her around. She is a member of one of our supporting churches. We don't often have visitors from Malaysia so it's a treat for us to show her Africa! She brought us some very yummy gifts from Harrods...teas and chocolates


Kathryn is the tea drinker in our family and she thinks that Kenyan tea is the best, so she very excited to see that the tea from Harrods is blended with Kenyan tea. We are enjoying the tea.
We've never had chocolate covered fruit jellies - they are yummy. As of the time of this writing, it is all eaten :-)
Cream filled chocolate....we still have some of this left...
I thought I post a picture of our grill gate that we locked ourselves out of last Sunday. Can you see how tiny it really is and that my 12 year old Vickie was able to slide through that last year...
This is my tiny Vickie, cooking breakfast for the family on Saturday....
Yup, they are our slaves....
And she's making bacon - I think she ended up eating most of them!
My pretty girl...the girls getting ready for school. They are growing up so very quickly, I thought I take as many pictures of them as I can.
Another pretty girl...
Ok, I have a good ziploc story. As we are not able to get a lot of our food/ingredients here in Nairobi, we bring back lots of them - curry powder, spices, mixes, dried food, etc. I usually would bag them in ziploc bags and keep them in my chest freezer. One time, Lucy (our street children director) had an order for 35 chickens (we sell chicken and eggs from the orphanage to help supplement the home's income) but the person did not turn up for the chickens. At that time, we did not have a freezer at the orphanage so she brought the chickens to me. I rearranged my freezer and managed to slot in the 35 freshly slaughtered chickens in my freezer. The person who ordered them came the following day to pick them up. However, days later, whenever I opened my freezer, it would stink so badly and I couldn't figure out why. I finally decided to emptied out the freezer and guess what??? there was probably a 3 inch thick of "blood ice" at the bottom of the freezer. I didn't realised that blood was seeping out of the sack of chickens and has now dripped over all my "assets" and have accumulated on the floor of the freezer. Yikes!
It was not a fun job cleaning it out, I can tell you that! Anyways, as a result of that, I threw away all the ziploc bags as they were stained and was smelling so bad. It was a good thing that the items themselves were protected from the blood! I was very grateful for that. Now, ziploc bags are not available here, so I started looking at every garage sale for them. I was so pitiful.
The end of the story is that a missionary friend ( a very special one!) shared some of hers with me and another friend brought me some. It's probably difficult for some of you to imagine this but I was so excited and so happy when I saw this on my counter one day...
40!!! 40 ziploc bags!!! I am in heaven....!!! almost......I know, I am pitiful....
The University usually give a welcome pack to the first year residential students. I was asked to help out in these at the very last minute. Tony and I did the shopping and when we got back, Vickie volunteered to help us. She loves organizing and putting things in order.
In every bag, there is laundry detergent, clothe pegs, soap, laundry soap, a pen, a pencil and lastly and most importantly, a cadbury candy bar!
The finished product...fifty bags
Oops, we forgot the toothpaste!!! but they did get into the bags....
Max didn't want to be left out and was underfoot the whole time we were doing this...do you think they look alike? They were both born on the same date, July 31st...
twins??? As you can see, Max recovered very well from his surgery. He was so happy to be home....and so were we!
It was not a fun job cleaning it out, I can tell you that! Anyways, as a result of that, I threw away all the ziploc bags as they were stained and was smelling so bad. It was a good thing that the items themselves were protected from the blood! I was very grateful for that. Now, ziploc bags are not available here, so I started looking at every garage sale for them. I was so pitiful.
The end of the story is that a missionary friend ( a very special one!) shared some of hers with me and another friend brought me some. It's probably difficult for some of you to imagine this but I was so excited and so happy when I saw this on my counter one day...
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