Many young men of my age are fond of Mutura, the roadside delicacy made of minced meat carefully clothed in goat or cow intestines and roasted to release a calling aroma.
However, I happen to be of a different opinion as despite being the source of income for a good number of people, especially in Nakuru, I have never been a fan of how the food is handled by a majority of the sellers.
I do not approve of being served food going through bare hands which are then wiped by a piece of cloth which is already turning dark as a result of the blood oozing from the Mutura. I am of the opinion that a pair of polythene gloves or tongs can accomplish the job.
I also do not approve of the toothpicks being used to prick them to let out the blood boiling inside.
What if the chef mistakes and uses the same toothpick to pick his teeth? This is what goes on in my mind when I pass by.
Finally, what if what is contained in the mutura is not what i think it is or what i would like to be in there? What if it is pig meet yet I am allergic to pork? I am sure they will tell you what you want to hear as they need the money and want to finish the available stock.
I don’t know about you but these are the reasons behind my self-imposed Mutura allergy.