I gave some Ghanaians the shock of their lives yesterday by offering to shake their hands. For some strange reason they reeled back in terror, screaming. Yea I am a bit of a joker. In fact, I am what I yam! PS I can play the piano too. Yam-yam blues is a favourite of mine!
(Janus, this is my 15 minutes worth.)
Boadicea's Chariot 
Evenin’ PapaG. My general manager in Papua New Guinea hailed from the Trobriand Islands where the staple foods are yams and fish. He gave me a model of a traditional yam storage house which now resides on a bookcase downstairs.
OZ
Good Evenin’ Oz. So we might yet see this model appear in a photo competition! Yams are a staple food in our household too; well certainly for the Mrs. There are lots of Ghana food stores where we live in South London. BUT yams are not a favourite of mine at all though they do have flavour than chalk. (Junior will eat it, yams that is.)
Breadfruit. I haven’t eaten roast breadfruit for more than a decade and I miss it. Must go back to Samoa one day.
OZ
Oh no, PapaG, I fear you have misread the Great Dane’s instructions. He was wanting fifteen fingers. 🙂
PG, thank you. This truly the stuff of the Inner Blogosphere. 🙂