Lest you assume it a myth

Before arriving in Malawi, I'd read that mice on a stick were the local version of the gas station candy bar - a quick roadside treat, right?

I hadn't been in the country even an hour when I saw my first skewered mice. I couldn't tell if the little rodents, hawked by a young boy on the dusty roadside, were cooked, salted, or dried, or if they indeed had that post-harvest plumpness. And without any kwacha in my wallet, I had to bypass the snack. I'll be sure to write again if the craving for some Malawi steak - how it's popularly referenced here - strikes.