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Friday, November 25, 2011

Milk

My family's cows in our yard


I have just moved in with my sort of maybe permanent family in Tareedji. Tareedji is located in the Futa (a general region in the north of Senegal). This region is predominately made of herders whose wellbeing depends on livestock as a source of milk and meat. As such, I have been drinking a lot of milk.

Milk in Senegal is a completely different substance than in America. In America, most people buy their milk at a grocery store. It comes is a carton. There are a few select and consistent varieties of milk: nonfat, 1%, 2%, whole, heavy cream, etc. In America, milk is pasteurized and refrigerated. Typically, Americans consume milk in cereal, to bake or cook with, as a additive to certain beverages i.e. tea an coffee, or to drink from a glass. Close to none of these hold true for Senegalese milk.

Senegalese milk is as varied as it is mysterious -- at least to me as an American outsider. Clearly it is not mysterious to my family. It comes in many forms from sweet to sour, warm (from the outside temperature or from the cow itself) to chilled, creamy and smooth to chunky and somewhat curdled.

In Tareedji, people also consume milk in many ways Americans do not.
·      After milking the cow into a wooden bowl specially designated for this purpose, Senegalese people either use a large ladle or drink the warm milk straight from the bowl.
·      Another common way to drink milk is to mix the milk in a large jug with water and sugar until the milk fats have consolidated. You are left with a sweet watery-milky drink with milk chunks floating in it. Sometime, people drink this from cups or, again, from large bowls with a ladle that is passed from person to person. This milk is surprising good, especially when served chilled (from ice that you buy from a boutique in small plastic bags—not a refrigerator).
·      Similarly, this kind of milk can be poured over Senegalese-style couscous and for some reason I do not quite understand, it ends up tasting like chunky oatmeal covered in banana-flavored yogurt.
·      Plain unprocessed milk can be added to a dried fish/bean sauce and served over couscous for a savory and salty dinner. Note: I have not had this in Tareeji, only in my CBT site in Ngheho.
·      Milk—both plain and with sugar—can also be bought in individual plastic bags which are sold at boutiques.  As with many Senegalese beverages (water, bissap, baobab juice), to drink these, you must tear a hole in the bad with your teeth and drink it from the bag. 
·      You can also purchase milk by approaching any milk sellers (my family for instance) and pour milk from their buckets into whatever contain you have on hand.
Most of these forms of milk are drinkable if not delicious, except straight from the cow. Even though my family serves me unprocessed milk multiple times a day I still find it difficult mentally to personally milk a cow (which I have down twice now!) and then drink its warm milk from the bowl. At first, I told my family “Mi susa” which means I have no courage. But they milk the cows and by cultural obligation offer me some so many times a day that I cannot refuse. Not surprisingly, I have not gotten sick at all from this milk despite what my Peace Corps-issued health book has to say about milk. Most likely Senegalese milk is better for me anyways because of the way the animals are treated here and how the milk and the cows are not pumped with hormones, but who knows. One day I will stop telling my family I have no courage and drink up. 

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Picture Time

This is another picture post! Yay! I am currently at the regional house in Ndioum waiting to install to my final site tomorrow. There have been a whirlwind of events since my last post including a beach trip, saying goodbye to my first host family, Taaske ( the Muslim holiday Eid al-Adha), and Swearing In. I am now an official volunteer and will write more about my final site once I move in tomorrow.

                                                 Beach house in Popenguine, Senegal





                                                             Host Family Reception

My LCF and Binta Bah (mother of another trainee) dancing

Me and my favorite host mom Aisata 

Ngheho Training Group