Everywhere I go, people always ask me what it's like being a dad from Uganda raising four American foster kids.
I take pride in the fact our family gets to learn more about two cultures in one home. And sometimes, that means skipping the drive-thru and cooking homemade African food!
Instead of settling on dinner from the drive-thru, I proposed a fun challenge to my kids: Eat an African meal for the first time. None of my kids have been to Uganda, let alone outside the U.S. They are not fluent in a second language, either. But my hope is introducing them to food I grew up with is one way I can give them the world -- as well as my heart!
At first, it wasn't easy. My fifteen-year-old son Anthony cringed at the sight of cow feet and chicken hearts when we went grocery shopping. In true teenager fashion, he made it clear how grossed out he was:
"Cow feet, Peter? Cow feet? You are insane!"
But once he and the rest of my kids bit into the chicken liver and plantains I grilled, their outlook on African food has never been the same.
Watch as Peter opens doors for his children to experience his roots!
Marcos Chisholm is a writer and advocate for Now I Am Known, an organization bringing hope to vulnerable kids and young people that need it more than ever.