Moose / mooch

The upcoming transition dreams are back. Last night’s was me visiting my friend Nicola, who was renovating her home, and she showed me her adjacent fields in which she had a herd of towering moose. One came and sniffed me, and I thought it was going to trample me. When I woke up, Nic, who has actually renovated an old barn in recent years, confirmed she has goats and sheep these days, but no moose.

I spent the afternoon mooching around the Marginal and Baixa areas of Maputo. There was always a vendor of fruit and sugar cane juice not too far away. As well as policemen keen to accost the foreign-looking person in shaded spots away from other passersby, in the hope of identifying a spurious reason to fine me. Unluckily for them, I was able to whip out my passport and even under their face masks I could scent the whiff of disappointment that I’d obeyed the rules by carrying it.

Tonight’s attempt to pan-fry tofu was not the incineration of last week, but more akin to a pan-caramelisation as I used too much honey to coat it. Overall verdict: strange, but an improvement. Some crystallised cookware to scrub clean this evening.