You should hear Catherine Muraga talk about mutura, that delicacy of goat/cow/lamb intestines sewn together, stuffed, and fire-grilled. It’s a storybook romance for her.
The only thing she loves more than mutura is, er, well, urm…maybe another mutura. Or sometimes masala tea brewed to the Kenyan mother standard viz., rich, brown, and scalding. But mutura is her love language. “If you buy me mutura, you won’t have to say you love me. I’ll just know,” she says.
