The pancake party yesterday was a nice ending of my week. The staff has done so much for me and the other volunteers in general so I really felt like it was my time to cook for them:)
In the early morning I had to go around in the near villages to find the necessary eight eggs, flour and milk for the pancakes. But after I managed to collect all the ingredients the cooking started! As limited as our little kitchen is I had to cook outside again. By now I have become a master of fire making so it didn't take me longer than five minutes to start making the actual pancakes.
I will never forget those skeptical looks that everybody was giving after I managed to burn the first pancake but only the ones who are good at making pancakes know that the first one is never perfect. The second one was beautiful and all skepticism was gone after they tried it with some orange jam that I bought in Damauli. First it was confusing but also funny to see how people from another culture are trying something for the first time. I asked if they have ever eaten pancakes and they said no. It reminded me that how strange it is to try unknown food. We're all so used to eat all sorts of food from all around the globe but it is understandable that those simple pancakes seemed strange to people who mainly only eat what they produce and what their elders taught them to cook.
I took me more than an hour to finish the pancakes but at the end there was enough for everybody so we sat under the tent after the students had gone home and enjoyed our little pancake party. I was more than happy to see that the teachers liked it.
