Immigrant Kitchens collaborated with Constance Kabaziga from the Congo, to teach a class how to make a Congolese feast (intro, photos, recipe).
As we drive to markets for ingredients, strings of English, Swahili, Rwandan, French, and Congolese zip like the flight paths of insects inside the car for a moment and then out the window. When a native Rwandan language is spoken, only two can speak and surprisingly, the daughter doesn’t understand her own mother. When Swahili is spoken, two of us have no idea what’s being said. When French is spoken, three can’t speak. The daughter is crucial. She is the only one who can tell me where to drive the car to get what we need.