Epic Fail in the Kitchen

So last night I decided it was time to put down the instant noodles and peanut butter and get out the Fiji peace corps cookbook. I thought, “It can’t be that hard to follow a recipe, can it?” In case you do not know me well, let me brief you on my history in the kitchen. I have set my hair on fire … I have set the oven on fire … I have melted a plastic plate on the stovetop. I am capable of making scrambled eggs, peanut butter sandwiches, and noodles (the necessities). Needless to say, I suppose it’s time for me to learn a few more things. So I picked up my ingredients at the fresh market: carrots, eggplant, onion, ginger, pineapple, soy sauce, rice and garlic. I was following the recipe when it called for 2 tablespoons of soy sauce and 1 tablespoon of salt. I didn’t have a tablespoon measurer so I used my coffee scoop (which I thought was a tablespoon… wrong!). I finished preparing my meal and was excited to eat it because it didn’t look half bad. I took one bite and nearly spit it out. It was WAY too salty. So clearly the scoop was 2 tablespoons, not one. I was left with a disaster in the kitchen and an empty stomach. This is why I don’t cook. 

November 7th

I know I haven’t posted very much during training, but that is because I barely had a spare minute and I only accessed the Internet once. Needless to say, I had a wonderful experience. I loved my host family so much and it was very sad to leave them. Even though I spent every day adjusting to Fiji culture and the language, it was so much easier to do with the support of a caring family. I lived with my host mother, father, brother, his wife, their four children, and my mother’s granddaughter. The ages of the children were 1, 3, 6, 6 (twin girls), and 12. I adored all of the children and was so thankful to have them in the house with me. I was able to play and hug them whenever I wanted. I had a hard time adjusting to a culture that does not hug or kiss. I felt affection starved after not being able to hug the people I began to care so much about…which is why I hugged the kids so often.

Right when I began to feel comfortable and happy, it was time to be sworn in as an actual volunteer and be sent of to my permanent site. I live in the North western part of Viti Levu, one of the hottest parts of Fiji (boo). I have been placed right outside of a primarily indo-fijian town. I live on the second floor of a flat with a roommate (in the flood-zone). I was a bit sad about my new site for a few reasons; I really wanted to live in a village to gain a sense of community and protection, I wanted to live alone, and I know nothing about indo-fijian culture since all of my training was on Fijian culture.  However, I like my roommate so far and I have been meeting up with the extended relatives of my host family who live down the road from me. I am also using church as a form of integration…

…Hello, my name is Kalesi Dreu and I am a Methodist who sings in the church choir on Sundays… anyone who knows me is laughing their butt off right now. 

I just started my actual work this week. I work for the Sub-Divisional hospital in my area, but I will spend most of my time working with the local Health Center to do more outreach work at the grassroots level. I am also planning on working with the local peer educator and the School Health Sister to do community and youth health education. This week I have been traveling with the Health Inspectors to different villages to investigate current Typhoid cases. It has been interesting to watch the process. Getting to the villages nearly killed me, the roads are so bad and the drivers go so fast. However, it was a gorgeous drive on the interior of the island.

I still have not quite figured out the bus system or how to properly buy my groceries at the fresh market, which has led to me eating crackers for breakfast and instant noodles for the past three dinners. My house is pretty big but it has no furniture except my bed, which is about ¾ the size of a twin bed…I’m terrified of rolling off it during the night!