I'm glad I didn't let that little fear stop me from going! The Bible speaks of people "whose god is their bellies" and I suspect skipping a mission trip because of the food might have elevated my stomach or tongue above where it ought to be.
Anyway, a few words about the food in Rwanda.
In both the first and second picture, the men smiled right after I took the picture. Local food is mostly transported on someone's head or on bicycles. It's amazing what they can fit on one.
Now this was also a new one for me: those greens are cassava leaves! And cassava is the same as manioc. I didn't realize. We go for veggies every chance we get because we eat so many sandwiches when we're traveling. Avocados are also in season, are a wonderful price, and we have a tree right outside our door until tomorrow. That's a passion fruit open to the right, just for Ryan, our son in law. He wasn't sure if we trying to pull a fast one on him when we gave him one in Cape Town. He made me remember the first one I ever had, in Peru. My students would bring them in their lunch, so I asked one prim little girl what that was, and she shocked me by answering, "It's a snot ball." Took me awhile to get my nerve up to try one of those!
"A man shall eat good by the fruit of his mouth: but the soul of the transgressor shall eat violence."
Thank you, Lord, we haven't seen any violence on this trip! (We're not counting the chicken I accidentally ran over.)