By Atoke
They
say you never know what you’ve got till it’s gone. One minute you’re
soaking up as many episodes of House of Cards as you can, and the next,
you’re already thinking ‘What do I have planned for the second week in
March?’ Weekends, are truly some of life’s little mercies. And then
there’s food. For people who love good food, they’d testify that there’s
a certain happiness that comes from saturating your taste buds in all
sorts of delightful flavours. It’s that feeling that comes knowing that
your body is well nourished because you have chosen to bestow all the
yummy goodness on your palate.
Now, imagine a weekend filled with good
food. Heavenly. Well, until you see the menu and you can’t identify with
anything on it. My friend, Lois, went on a date with a guy she recently
started seeing. It was a much anticipated one as they hadn’t gone on
their official first date and she couldn’t wait to see where he would
take her to. They went to a Morrocan restaurant and my dear friend came
back dissatisfied. She complained about everything on the menu, saying
she was unable to eat anything. Why?
“You know I don’t really know how to experiment with food like that!There was nothing familiar on the menu”
I laughed and said “You mean there was no Indomie and Sardine?!”
“Laugh all you want but not everybody likes all this mede mede in the name of being refined and polished abeg.”
“You know I don’t really know how to experiment with food like that!There was nothing familiar on the menu”
I laughed and said “You mean there was no Indomie and Sardine?!”
“Laugh all you want but not everybody likes all this mede mede in the name of being refined and polished abeg.”
I wondered how her boyfriend felt about
having made all that effort for her and finding out she was a picky
eater. Growing up, I had some favourites and there were some things I
wouldn’t go near with a ten-foot pole. I LOVED yam and fried stew –
mostly because my grandma would dice it up in little cubes and then
spread the brown pepper sauce all over it. On the other hand, I could
not stand Ogi (pap or whatever name it is called). As a young child, my
mother would decorate the Ogi with milk and sugar – it was to no avail. I
hated it then, and I hate it now. My feelings for oats are probably
transferred aggression from Ogi.
In secondary school, we had those ‘slum books’ where people fill in information about themselves. In the ‘worst food’ section, I had one constant entry – ‘Fufu’.
In secondary school, we had those ‘slum books’ where people fill in information about themselves. In the ‘worst food’ section, I had one constant entry – ‘Fufu’.
Looking back now, it’s weird for
something to be your worst food if you’ve never eaten it before.
However, I had a policy then that if stank within an inch of my mouth,
it wasn’t getting entry clearance. Fast forward to years later and I
became an expert in Stock Fish and Da’dawa (locust beans/iru/agidi).
When I got on the healthy living train
about a month ago, I had to do a complete re-evaluation and assessment
of what I LOVE to eat and what I really should be eating. As a lover of
all things with super hot pepper, I have always found it incredibly
difficult to eat AND enjoy things like bread, or any of its derivatives
like burgers and sandwiches. So it was extremely easy to cross out bread
from the list of Don’ts. However, it became more difficult when I
realized that things I really enjoyed like sweet potato pottage,
Gizdodo. I am starting to like broccoli and cabbage – slightly ‘edited’
with Cameroon pepper to make it at least bearable.
Growing up in a somewhat bi-cultural
house, Tuwo Masara and Miyan Kuka had as much prominence as Amala and
Gbegiri. There was however, very wiggle room for saying you didn’t want
or like something. “When you start providing your own food, then you can
dictate what gets served”. According to another friend, cold Fufu was a
regular staple in their house, and they were even being mandated to
eat. Refuse – at your own peril!
I went to visit a family recently and I
was told their 6 year old daughter, Tomi, was a Vegan. I asked if she
knew what it meant to be a Vegan? I was not just shocked because of her
age, but because I’ve never met a Nigerian Vegan. Her mother said there
was a cartoon on TV where one of the characters was a Vegan and the girl
suddenly said that she wasn’t going to eat meat again because of
cruelty to animals. Children of nowadays are enjoying if you ask me.
I shall leave you here. Please share
some of your most exciting food experiments with us. What are your
favourite foods? What would you absolutely NOT eat? What foods have you
grown to love over the years? Oh and share your most embarrassing food
moments!
Have a fantastic week ahead. I’m so zing’d this week, feels like I can take over the world! I wish you the same too.
Peace, love & cupcakes.
Toodles!
Toodles!
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