I know, I’m here telling you about this sauce that rocks my world, and at the same time I’m asking, telling ‘Don’t judge me’. Don’t judge me by the chilies I eat, or the spices I like, don’t judge me. Don’t judge me, don’t judge my food, don’t judge my heritage. We like what we...
It is the season of rain, of corn and ube, of Ose Nsukka and green tatashe, of green rodo. It is the season of mud and wetness underfoot, of spicy broths and blankets, long naps on the couch, tall pots of tea, fiery stews chock full of salapore and yoyo – small, transparent fish; river...
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,...