Last week, I received this email and my eyes were awash. ‘My friend forwarded your recipe/blog on the coconut cookies. First of all, I remember those! Second, Peugeot 504 – I hadn’t thought of that car in forever and I remember getting squished in the back seat as well! Third, my dad worked for the State Department...
Failure doesn’t faze me. Its nothing new. Jams that won’t set are ….mere vestiges of the past. I forge on….determined. This Zobo Jelly is an example in point. I went back to the drawing board and ended up with something that was and is worthy of any table.
In 6 weeks, we’ve gone from clear to red. The colour of hot and spicy. I like. I like everything about the sauce. The discovery. The brewing. And the resulting flavours. Hot! Hot!! Hot!!! I’ve done the unthinkable – tasted the liquid fire. But first. From the very beginning. When you open up the bottle,...
I have my own Mallam. My supplier of the Finest suya spice blend. I’ve know Mamanga for over a year since my friend B and I first ordered a whole Suya-Roasted ram from him. Yes, a whole ram for our personal consumption. Ok…well for us and our families….a grand total of 9 people.
He is adamant about not wanting to have any buns, the first time we try them. We don’t get why. Oh well, he can be weird sometimes, our D. We sit at the table, bound by brunch. Feasting.
Anticlimax. Antithesis. Polar opposites. Diametrically opposed. This was my very weekend. One moment I’m complaining about ‘no harmattan’, and the next morning I’m the glorious recipient of a cold wave when I open my front door – ‘Harmattan’ has officially arrived. So now I can make my declaration ‘Its time to get ready for Christmas’....
Bacon jam. Because of left-over bacon, from our Christmas bacon-bird, which led me on a path that has seen bread pudding and finally has ended up here – as Bacon Jam. Most of the versions I read about had maple syrup in the mix so mine progressed to Maple Bacon Jam. And finally, because I’ve...
Here’s an update on a Nigerian classic: Stir-fried Jollof rice. And this isn’t to buck tradition – this is about how travel shapes who we are, opens up our eyes to new possibilities and redefines our boundaries. For Nigerian Jollof is typically ‘stewed’, not stir-fried or oven-baked. Right now, Nigerians the world over are planning...