Butter

After Christmas we spent a few days based in Bembéréké, and had one day
down at the TWR site between Parakou and Bembéréké. Friends we were
meeting there were coming up from Parakou, and I knew they wouldn't mind
bringing up a bit of shopping for me. However, I didn't want to ask for
much, so I just asked for two packs of butter, knowing that we were
running a bit low (and I can't buy it in Kandi).

When we got to Sirarou, however, we discovered that my butter had been
left in Parakou. But someone from Parakou was going to be going up to
Bembéréké ... the day after we were leaving. So I thought I'd ask the
Bembéréké missionaries if anyone had 2 packs of butter to lend me which
could then be replaced by my two (fresher!) packs of butter on the Sunday.

As we were discussing this (and whether it was salted or unsalted
butter), one of our colleagues said something like, "This is such a
missionary conversation!" It's true, in Europe one would never make such
a fuss about two packs of butter!

"But I do like a little bit of butter on my bread...!" (to quote my
grandmother quoting A.A. Milne) and we will enjoy having butter icing on
Benjy's birthday cake later this month!