Cooking matumbo aka tripe, during a coronavirus lockdown, when we are all cooped up in the house, doesn’t seem like a good idea.
Expect Kenyan matumbo is the hearty comfort food that I turn to when I am homesick. Matumbo also makes the rest of my family gag with disgust.
One man’s meat is another man’s poison. This saying is more pertinent in interracial or interfaith relationships. The first time I made tripe my husband came in and asked, “Why does the kitchen smell of poo. I am not eating some shit-smelling food!”