Foodstuffs
can generally be divided into three categories here: available daily, available
on market day, or things one can only find in Ngaoundéré.
As
far as things you can get every day, there are a few small, cramped boutiques
in the market, which sell everything from eggs (75 francs apiece) and bread
(100 francs for a small baguette) to flip flops and hair relaxer. There’s also
usually a line of women in front of these boutiques selling things like
tomatoes, grilled corn, bananas, or peanuts, though it seems like their wares
change every day.
Saturday
is our market day, when vendors come in from the smaller surrounding villages,
so there’s much more variety in available produce, not to mention clothes and
shoes. I usually pick up some peanut butter (200 francs for about a cup) and
tomatoes (100 francs a kilo), and bananas (100 francs for a small bunch), since
I can be more selective.
Practically
everything else is available in Ngaoundere at what volunteers affectionately
call “white man stores.” For reasons that I still haven’t discerned, there was
an influx of Norwegian missionaries and medical professionals into Cameroon in
the 1980s, and to this day there’s a Norwegian hospital in Ngaoundere, so a
number of grocery stores in the area stock European items. The last time I was
in the regional capital, I splurged on a jar of Nutella, which set me back
about 3000 francs, or six dollars.
Ngaoundere also has the largest market in
the region, where you can find peppers (50 francs apiece) and carrots (200
francs for five), which are unheard of here. Avocado season isn’t yet in full
swing here in Nyambaka, so I take advantage whenever I’m in the capital to pick
up a few, especially since my favorite breakfast as of late is avocado and egg
sandwiches. I also make a point of consuming as much dairy as possible when I’m
there, since without dependable refrigeration, the only dairy we get in village
is powdered milk. Which is a shame, since the Grand North is known for khossam
(Fulfulde for “milk”), delicious drinkable sweetened yogurt.
All
in all, I think I’ve been mostly successful so far in my attempt to maintain a
balanced diet when I cook for myself. When I eat at the neighbors’, the food is
usually full of carbohydrates and salt—not that I’m complaining. We’ll see how
I fare when I stop going to Ngaoundere so often and don’t have access to as
much variety.
That's interesting to follow you into your "grocery journeys". It's pleasant to hear you don't refuse to make yourself some pleasure. No sense of guilt, and you're right. That's funny what you say about carbohydrate because, you already mentioned it in your "Thoughts on food" post. Maybe someday, when you'll want and have something to write about it, you can explain differences and similarities between South and Adamawa gastronomic culture.
ReplyDeleteTo finish, I wish you to succeed in the adaptation to your next planning to keep going to the market, while still being present and active (with the best results) in Nyambaka. Courage, courage, courage, tu peux y arriver (in french in the text).