Last night we ate dinner at a small Creole restaurant on Rue Delmas. Gene and Jan invited a friend, Elsie, from their time in Haiti years ago, 1998-2002. The woman is a Haitian who moved to the U.S. as a 19 year old when her dad emigrated. She worked in the banking industry in Manhattan for over 20 years before moving back to Haiti to start a missionary school. Her nonprofit educates and feeds the poorest children, those whose families squat in the ravine, the least desirable place to live. Some of her students have gone on to attend Harvard and become surgeons.
Creole food is usually simple to order because there often are not a lot of choices, and made even simpler because they are often out of popular items. You choose a meat: I had beef, Gene had goat, Jan chicken, Elsie fish. You can choose if you want it fried or broiled. You almost always get rice and beans with it, and fried plantain. My beef was very lean, spiced, cut in chunks and fried.
Today we are taking a day off, driving up the mountain to visit Fort Jacque, well beyond the Baptist Mission.
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