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Apr 30
When I was a child,
We never had a fridge or a cooler,
Mother would pour tap water in a large clay *** with a tap,
The *** was covered with a plate and a steel glass was placed on it,
The water kept in the clay *** was cool and refreshing,
We all shared the same glass.
Mum would also cook on a sigri( clay coal stove) using clay pots,
Even chapattis were made on a clay pan,
Mind you the food cooked in clay utensils were far tastier,
Especially dishes made from coconut milk,
Like fish, chicken and rice.
Ahhh! Those were the days,
I can still feel the taste of mum's food cooked in clay pots.
30/4/2024
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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