Now is the best time to post the ditty I sang whenever I ate mandazi in the village…*sigh* I miss them already. They are deep-fried balls of dough, infertility essentially. We perfected the method of mixing cinnamon and sugar in a bowl and pressing a freshly fried mandazi ball in them to imitate cinnamon-sugar Timbits. Mmmm…

Ode to Mandazi

Mandazi, mandazi, oh how I love you
You’re round and golden,
Crispy on the outside,
Soft and tender on the inside

Although you coat my arteries with unforgiving fat,
You taste so good and make me happy

Mandazi, mandazi, oh how I miss you!

🙂