![Garri-crusted [Chicken] Scotch Eggs](https://www.kitchenbutterfly.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/29832212555_18bfa6a9fd_c.jpg "Garri-crusted [Chicken] Scotch Eggs")
When your goals are soft, jellied yolks, you know you’ve hit a home run with this chicken mince scotch eggs, coated in a yaji/suya-spice, garri crust. Garri makes a delightful crust instead of breadcrumbs. Gluten-free too. These gladdened my eyes and heart. To make this, you’ll need to: 1. Boil your eggs to perfection. And perfection...
Garri, good for more than drinking and making into ‘Eba’. Garri, excellent for crusting and crumbing. And for toasting too. If you go to any self-respecting churrasco house with the stars and stripes of Brasilia, expect to be served farofa. Churrasco (Portuguese: [ʃuˈʁasku], Spanish: [tʃuˈrasko]) is a Portuguese and Spanish term referring to beef or grilled meat more...
And on and on and on – Part 2 of the Baked Garri-crusted Garden Eggs. It involves a bake. Ideally, I would have like this to feature the baked garden eggs, a spicy sauce and Wara, locally produced cheese. Well, though I didn’t meet the ultimate test in my head, the end result was pretty...
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