Can you really put it down to #tenthings? Well? If push came to…this is what my #toptenfor2013 is! This year, I travelled aplenty. My plate and by air. Morocco. By plate. Edinburgh. Holland. Welwyn Garden City. Manhattan. Rye. Niagara Falls. Brighton. London. Geneva. Lagos. And these journeys, these explorations brought me face to face, and sometimes to […]
Month: December 2013
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.
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.
They put up the tree. With no help from me. I’ve taught them well. They’ve bought the presents – no help required, save for a few Naira bills. They’ve picked what they want to feast on. Croquembouche. Cinnamon Sugar Breakfast Puffs. Coffee 🙂 For Breakfast. I’ve decided on Lunch. Roast chicken. Potatoes. Suya-spiced Roasted Butter-nut squash. […]
I’ve got a thing for Yellow. And Blue. Cobalt. And Sky. I love Blue.
This post is as much about showing off my bargain ‘Eva Solo’ Danish Design tumblers…. ….as it is about exploring new flavours with sugar cane juice.
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’. […]
So the Harmattan winds should be here. My mornings should be chilly, foggy and with dust to boot. Its the season when nights should be cool and lips parched. The season of northern trade winds blowing from the Sahara. But ’tis only some of that here. Where I am at the moment. Some tropical thunderstorms and warmish […]