Potato Frittata-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-taaaaa

Mon fils aime cuisiner. And he is very good at it. Et c’est l’une de meilleure chose d’avoir quelqu’un de si proche qui sait cuisiner. I get to eat all sorts of delicious plates, taste a variety of dishes…and you all know food tastes even better when someone else males it! All I have to do is just sit and watch.

He is always trying out new stuff…it’s an adventure, i love! Recently, he’s been making des Frittatas. Yes, Fri-tta-ta. It’s really just a fancy way of saying really big omelette.

Oh how i love that boy!




5 Potatoes

4 Eggs

Vegetables (onions, green pepper, celery, garlic, and whatever else you like)





  • Peel potatoes and wash them thoroughly.
  • Cut them into small cubes or thin matchsticks if you like (they cook quickly this way).
  • Slice the veggies in thin slices.
  • After the veggies are done, combined them with the potatoes, along with salt.
  • Heat enough cooking oil.
  • Sautee the veggies and potatoes mixture in oil until tender (don’t crisp or brown) and set aside to cool.
  • Beat the eggs and add in the cooled potato-veggie mixture. Mix gently to combine with the egg, trying not to break the potatoes.
  • Put little oil in a frying pan (you’ll need a nonstick pan) and let the pan and oil get very hot (important so the eggs don’t stick).
  • Pour in the potato and egg mixture, spreading it evenly.
  • Cook until the eggs are completely set at the edges and the bottom is set.
  • Flip it over and return it to the pan to cook the other side.
  • Once it’s back in the pan, tuck the edges in and under itself (to neaten the sides).
  • Cook until there’s no uncooked egg on it.
  • Et bonne appetit.


…because Frittatas taste wonderful!


Face it Girl

Before I completed high school, I had unrealistic expectations about “the ideal guy”. Just like many other girls, fairy tales had always captured my attention. Those fairy tales that told us of the meeting of the handsome young Prince and the beautiful young Princess.

I’d a mile-long superficial list…a guy over 6 feet tall with a full head of hair, nice big eyes, long fingers, physically fit (not slim). A guy who has at least a 5-figure salary, his own place, a great personality (with a sense of humor, of course) and has no previous relationship baggage. A clean and tidy guy, who can cook very well, who loves to travel and can speak more than two languages (French being a MUST!). One who would enjoy the things I do and loves children and my family…bla blaah!

I had set my expectations too high! Unfortunately for us women, these men make up only about 10% of the population and half of them are gay (sure you might get lucky and find one, but the reality is you might not.)

So I waited. And I got knocked down. Eventually I realized there was no prince on his way, he didn’t exist (welcome to real life. It’s where you live!). I had to forget what the books have told us. There is no Prince Charming, no fairy tale ending (someone should sue Disney for making little girls think everyone has a prince charming). If there was, we’d all be living happily ever after. But sadly, there’s no such thing. There’s no recipe, no secret. There is hard work, compromise, sacrifice, heartbreaking and trying times, soul-searching, faith-leaping and, yes, dream-fulfilling, pinch yourself moments, too.

I am responsible for my life. Then I met a guy…I don’t have it all figured out still. But rather than spending my days in misery dwelling on the perfect men that don’t exist (and watching romantic movies and wishing that boys would them, take notes, and learn to be the perfect boyfriends), I am writing my own happily ever after on a more realistic level. No tiaras, castles or princes needed. I would spend my life close to the birds than waste it wishing I had wings.

I accept him for who he is…his flaws (so what if he has a messy closet, would I really be spending time in there?) and I don’t want to fix him to be perfect. We need to love someone for who they are and who they can become, not for what we think we can make them if we are lucky. Everything about the guy is just right. It will always take continued effort to keep the relationship alive. I do know that any relationship is a deal, a pact, a negotiation. So I got to keep the fire burning!

Frankly, I hope my life is never complete. The yearning to better myself, learn more and reach that next level is what keeps me going.



…no matter what personal experience you’ve just told them about, have one of their own that they think tops it – a place they’ve visited that’s more beautiful, a scary experience that’s more terrifying than yours, a better bargain they’ve negotiated, a more brilliant person they’ve encountered, e.t.c.

…come and stand next to me when I am keying something in.

…yell from another room and expect me to get up if I can’t hear what they are saying.

…claim to be Christian and yet be so judgmental of others and how they choose to live their lives.

…interrupt you when you’re telling a story and then they continue to tell you their story. Then ask you in an uninterested tone to continue on with your story when they are finished talking.

…give their kids weird names.

…you ask a simple, straight forward question and they spend ten solid minutes rambling on about everything in the world EXCEPT the answer to your simple, straightforward question. I hate that!

…think their children have a “right” to disturb and disrupt others in public places, and who have the attitude that the rest of the world should just “deal with it” or leave.

…use the toilet and leave toilet skidmarks. I don’t want to know you poo. How difficult is it to clean up your own crap?

…can’t admit they’re wrong, even when it’s blatantly obvious.

…insist on sitting with their legs spread wide like they got something there, while riding on public transport.

…ogle or whistle at women who walk down the street.

…argue over pointless things, that I feel like punching them. And I love it when people admit to not knowing anything about a subject, yet give their opinion anyway.

…are better off than the vast majority of people on this planet but can’t appreciate their good fortune & feel the need to constantly complain about the most trivial things – they always cry broke. I happen to know this woman who is always crying that her business is failing. She is always crying, crying and crying…day and night, Monday through Friday. She’s never been grateful and yet manages to have more than many people in Kigali. I once was in her restaurant (was passing-by and went to say hi) when someone (a friend) came to seek help from her. His child had been chased from school because he hadn’t paid school fees yet. He was borrowing some money to pay the school fees, and promised to pay back in one-week time. Then she tells him she didn’t have any money (yicaye muri comptoir ari kubara inote), and starts stories of “I’ve just paid the milkman all the money. He delivered 100 liters of milk today. Sinzi ko mbona n’ayo kwishyura imigati…” That gets her started and she laments over her business, that is failing (kandi abakiliya bari gucicikana, babuze n’aho babicaza!) that you could ask for a bank loan and lend her some amount! Abanyakigali ni danger man!