Deep-fried fish…the whole fish. Two coworkers gleefully took us on a journey to Nairobi fish heaven. Dale wrote about Mama Oliech awhile back. Nairobi streets are a bit of a maze for me still, but the flowers are pretty which makes for a colourful walk on a warm Friday afternoon. It is winter here, so warm is about 22C with a bright, high elevation sun. I am so doomed when I return to NA.
This meal was a bit of a production and worth it. 
Step 1: wash hands
Step 2: regard the plates of fish (we basically ordered the same thing)
Step 3: Name your fish. My what scary eyes you have. While I normally name things, like scary spiders in my apt “Henry”..
Meet my coworker, Henry, and Sharon
And, Dale and April
Step 4: Devour. Yummy fish fry, almost as good as my Dad’s. You are not given utensils so it is all about the bread and fingers.
Step 5: Then, see how they are made. Discovery channel needs to visit.
Step 6: Double, Boil and trouble.Um, grease is the word, but yumm
