When I was little I loved going to town with my dad. I made sure I accompanied him once in  a month  to receive his pension at the  government ministry office where all oldies retired men met to collect their monthly pension money, (sorry to say I had not seen any woman at that time,  I dont know why? and it never occured to me to question. Frankly at those days I doubt if they were many women working in government institutions. I am talking about late 1960s).  To me it seemed they were all having a gala time , discussing of their yesteryears, but in my mind my intention was to have those town kababus at K.Tea Shop after my father collected his pension money and my father knew about it. I didnt mind stopping every few metres as  my father met somebody he knew and  he would chat. I had patience those days being a kid. Till today this K. Tea shop is much alive!! with the same tasty delicacies available. God knows how they kept  the same recipes till today and I  am sure till the end of the world!!!  Oh !! I have to mention the drink I loved most to wash down with those Kababus, it is called Portello, though it is  no more produced now in Tanzania, it is something like Vimto (fruity kind cocktail) it was sooooo good.  I loved it straight from the bottle, I felt that straw or glass spoiled the fun.
Let me come back to the topic, Kababu, it is made of minced meat(ground meat) mixed with spices and herbs and  deep fried. On every vacation I visited Tanzania the first place I go is K.Tea shop. I have taken my children and they loved it. Nowadays I have these kababus with tea. They served tea in small cups, and you could ask for refill. The taste is really great, I get satisfied with only one cup. Apart from kababus, they  have other snacks like meat chop, sambusas, potato cutlets, bean dumplings,rice cakes, fried fish, doughtnuts and a lots more, but everytime I go there, I settled for my childhood favourite "Kababu".

When I was little, my mom used to make this omelet on special occasions. When we had visitors, it was an honor to give this omelet with flat bread for breakfast. Today, it doesn't mean as much as it did back in the day. We have so much these days that we take these small pleasures for granted, lose their value. We even used to love to lick the little sauces left in the frying pan. If you feel like sharing these memories with me, this is how my mom used to make it.

The sauce inside is made of tomatoes, onion, sweet peppers and red chillies stuffed into an omelet. Just a bit of salt and cilantro leaves in the beaten eggs. So simple, yet so delicious. Can be stuffed with additional little pleasures like cheese, noodles, sausage etc.

I love you, mom. I miss you. Till we meet in Al-Jannah.