Bongi makes Samp

Bongi made The Plotniks a great dinner, but the computer ate the description, like a crocodile chewing on a helpless zebra.

So the long description is lost, describing the succulent beef stew, the samp (corn chunks with dried beans) served over the other corn-thing, the cabbage and spinach stews, the root vegetable that looked like a bratwurst and the sweet potato. It was a delicious feast, and you would have enjoyed hearing about it. Too bad.

Plotnik had also written about Zulu baskets, and about the enzyme he clearly lacks to allow him to remain conscious while consuming pint after pint of beer in the pub, like everyone else seems to be able to do. Last night he understood the deep, hidden secret about Africa, but this morning all he remembers is it had something to do with beer.