So Tricia and I decided that homemade chocolate chip cookies would be just the morale boost our house of Americans needed. We haven't found anything even resembling this here, although there are a few places to get delicious cakes and a Tanzanian lady who delivers cinnamon rolls to the door occasionally. Turns out this was slightly more difficult here, without conveniences such as electric mixers and cars to take to the grocery store. And without measuring cups...
But turns out with a coffee mug arbitrarily defined as "one cup... in Tanzania" and a recipe I may have memorized in high school with the help of my sister, it can be done. Our one casualty was the new bag of flour that was home to a family of flies, but thankfully our roommate had some extra. Oh and no chocolate chips to be found, but we can be quite resourceful with the right motivation.
Success! Just the taste of home we needed:
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