On September 20, Dapaong cut its electricity—frequently occurs whenever a frightful storm is en route or a scalding Savannah day. Needless to say with all my electronic on the brink of death, I was concerned. Surely if I was able to survive two months without running water or electricity in Gbatopé, I should deem two days of no electricity as a walk in the park. True, however, this did occur just two days before my 25th birthday. Bit of a pickle, right? My anxiety increased with every passing hour for how could I possibly toast to a quarter of my life without a Lady Gaga song? Although I am eager for a new Gaga album, Bad Romance will forever remain number one in my iPod’s Top 25 Most Played list. (Shortly before we headed to begin the celebration, John Barlow—a fellow Savanner and my neighbor—said with great spirit, “Alright, let’s get this party started.” And then he played Bad Romance from his computer. People already know me too well.)
At 8:37pm on September 21, I laid in bed, crossed my fingers and toes, and prayed to the Gods—quite the sucker for Greek and Roman mythology—for the return of electricity on my birthday. At 1:07am, I heard the single click from my voltage regulator and another click from my fan and boom…the power was on. After approximately thirty seconds, just enough time to sing the Happy Birthday song out loud, I got up and charged everything (e.g. cell phone, computer and iPod). It was a race for power!
At 2:30am, the power cut again. The light sleeper I am woke up to this immediately and said, “Togo, what the @&#&?!?!?! A teaser? Not nice, not nice at all.” Though incredibly irritating, I had enough charge time to semi-recharge my cell phone and plenty of power for a couple hours of quality party tunes.
Since my fridge was kaput, I had to scrap my phenomenal cherry-flavored Jello and fresh pineapple birthday treat. Though bummed, I found something even better: Oatmeal cake. Now, there is something I must include in this entry, which is the complete and utter failure of Samantha Grace McCullough making three desserts in Togo. The first two desserts were actually the same one. It was a Volunteer’s birthday and I made a yellow cake. Surprisingly there was enough batter for two pans (two cakes). I burned the first one, half an inch thick. Was a little sad, but reminded myself of the extra batter. Awesome, I just won’t tell people I messed up the first one. In my world, there was only one cake, the right one. I decided to bake batch #2 at a lower temperature and SOMEHOW still managed to burn it as well!! With great frustration, I placed one of the lesser-burnt cakes in a Ziploc bag for the birthday boy and concluded opening a bottle of substandard red wine as the best idea I had the entire night. The third dessert was a batch of oatmeal cookies. It was an utter disaster, which involved a lot of dishes, a messy kitchen, several burnt fingers and a pile of vanilla-flavored mush.
This of course had to change. I surely wasn’t going to leave Togo without making a successful dessert. My friend Katy argued once that I made good brownies not too long ago. She often forgets it was a TEAM EFFORT. She helped…a lot. No, this was a battle and I was going to win on my birthday, damn it.
Sticking to my cooking norms, I followed the directions with a bit of tweaking, i.e., vanilla extract, dried cranberries with raisins and fresh pineapple. I assembled my Dutch oven and once again prayed to the Gods. Unable to contain my excitement, I checked the progress of the cake EVERY 10 MINUTES. After every glance, I grew more and more psyched! It was going to work!! I sensed it. And holy balls my friends, BEST DESSERT I HAVE MADE IN MY LIFE. Oh yeah and to top, it was on my birthday.
The cake was a success but it wasn’t over. The butter in my fridge was about to go bad. Aaaahh! Crap. What do I do?! I can’t waste food in Africa—sure ticket to H*E*double hockey sticks. I frantically flipped through the frosting section of my recipe book and found Never Fail Fudge Frosting. Boom. Done. The fudge frosting (like the dried cranberries) was a brilliant idea. All was right with the world minus lack of electricity.
Afterwards, I did the dishes, cleaned house a bit, and decided to repose by reading my latest book, How to Shit in the Woods by Kathleen Meyer. Another Volunteer sent this to me and after having read A Civil Action, it was time for a bit of humor. As soon as I came across a section on Giardiasis, the power returned! YES! Once again plugged everything back in and jammed to Katy Perry while I took a refreshing cold shower. I washed my curls with Devashan products, put clips in my hair, wrapped a pagne around me and popped a squat in front of my fan. Niiiiiiiiice.The night festivities entailed playing ping pong (without a table), drinking a couple of calabashes of Tchakpa (locally-made beer in Savannah Togo) and dining at Campement. Campement is one of only a couple restaurants Volunteers deem worthy of a birthday celebration. This is true in part because of its privacy and in part because of its delicious food, both western and African. Katy and I ate Cordon Bleu, and shared green beans and mashed potatoes. Never underestimate the power of mashed potatoes, garlic and butter!! John ate steak with mashed potatoes and Maggie chose French Onion soup…wuss. It was amazing.
We did a few other things: Planned a Captain Planet movie (see photo) and I fell into the massive ditch near Campement and scrapped my knee. Awesome. Everyone had a good laugh including yours truly. “Very entertaining. My favorite part was when the moto driver quickly turned on his lights and shined them on you,” Katy said.
Pretty successful birthday I must say.
A bientot. J
I think you are correct to say so. However, despite all the funny you put into this post, I must say my favourite part is
ReplyDelete"for how could I possibly toast to a quarter of my life without a Lady Gaga song?"
not just because the Gaga is awesome, but because, like me, you are planning to live to 100. Optimism is the best medicine :D
Actually, I plan to live to 104. I think it's a good number, but the extra four years will probably be quite brutal and 100, although only four years less than the latter seems doable to most people. Right? :)
ReplyDeleteHaha, you could use the four years to write the autobiography of your awesome life. Which would then give you motivation to keep doing awesome things so as to say at the end that you had an awesome life.
ReplyDeleteI would love to go until 104 but as a man I don't live as long and would be quite happy with 100!