The kitchen filled with large crockpots which, whenever the lid was lifted, filled the house with the smell of different dishes. A festive atmosphere settled into the house, as if she was trying to shake off a deep pain through the most diverse preparations. She cooked and cooked on that day, as if taken by an uncontrollable passion to make meals. Beef, lamb, chicken, duck, kid, turkey, sea bream and tuna all went in a casserole dish. She spent the day by the stove, her mind busy cutting, roasting, frying, marinating, then frying again and putting stuff in the oven. Unable to stop, she perfumed the village of the flavor of baked yams, red beans, lentils and poyos, coconut cakes and all sorts of candy, so much that one wondered if she hadn’t opened a restaurant in that place where a man had just been carried out feet first. She had a kid slaughtered, the biggest of the savannah, as if more blood needed to be shed. Maybe a way to ward off the evil by evil. (Une Femme Chambardée/A woman in turmoil) FrenchTranslationsPlus
Posted on: Fri, 27 Jun 2014 22:01:53 +0000
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