….’cause technically speaking, tommies are fruit! Anyhow, since I heard these lines a few weeks ago, I’ve been itching to share them! ‘Measure with a micrometer, Mark with chalk, Cut with an axe.’ Carl Zwanzig Ray’s Rule of Precision….works well for Passata too! In food terms this would be:
We love each other…..very much I dare say. We’ve always been there for each other too, more or less. In all this time, we’ve come to a joint conclusion, one that we reached at a Chinese restaurant many months ago. If ever there was a thing to destroy this friendship, …
…Rice n Peas I love Jamaica. Though I’ve never been, I’ve felt kinship with people from the Caribbean most of my life.
What’s in a name? To me, as an African,….a Nigerian, I could say it was everything.
Did you guess that I was the ‘Hurry up’ type? Ok, yes I have elements of ‘Please others’ and ‘Be perfect’……but my main driver is ‘Rush, rush, rush’!
(Updated 10th September 2011) You go as a prisoners Enslaved by bonds of chain But still….in your thoughts You’re free
As soon as she opened the jar to show me what they looked like, I found myself breathing in the fragrance of my Nigerian childhood (while standing in a Parisian shop on a cold February day): hot, sweaty, scented days; all the intensity of my youth, captured in a few black Tonka beans.
In Nigeria, we call it Dodo. No, silly….. not the bird, I’m talking about fried plantains and please don’t ask me why we call them that, ’cause I don’t know the history!
Things are rarely what they seem (and people for that matter), skimmed milk masquerades as cream…as does 3.5% Turkish yogurt, which is to die live for….My addiction! Moving on, the story I bring you is certainly a case of not judging a book by its cover….