I Eat Cartilage and Chew on Bones Too

“There’s enough food,” she said, meaning that I didn’t have to crack the pork bones and eat the cartilaginous tissues. For me, I enjoyed it. I grew up this way; it wasn’t unusual… It seemed to one, or two, that this African was trying to maximize the utility of the food available. Did he think that there wasn’t enough? Maybe he grew up poor or with little. I also got the feeling that someone, or two, thought that I was unnecessarily stressing my teeth with hard tissue when there was plenty of soft succulent meat to go round. If only they knew how much I relished those parts.

Momentarily dumbfounded, he then—with appreciation for their kind hearts and consideration—responded with something like: its normal with us… And forever, he will remember the loving kindness or his hosts and the community they brought together. Can he someday do same? He experienced community like he’d never known previously; family beyond family.

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