My Guide to Food – Exploring and Mapping intersections between Nigerian Cuisine and Foods of the World
I’d like to welcome my dear friend Deepa of Paticheri who is a dedicated follower of Meyers, like some people I know! Deepa has done so much to bring my love of Meyers to life, showing me how to grow Meyers from seed and providing the sprouted seeds for my planting. In addition, I absolutely adore her […]
Here’s an update on a Nigerian classic: Stir-fried Jollof rice. And this isn’t to buck tradition – this is about how travel shapes who we are, opens up our eyes to new possibilities and redefines our boundaries. For Nigerian Jollof is typically ‘stewed’, not stir-fried or oven-baked. Right now, Nigerians the world over are planning […]
‘Af’ago k’eyin aparo, ohun oju wa l’oju ri (Yoruba language)’ ‘He who packs pheasants egg with the local bird cage (made with a mesh of raffia palms, and having large holes), will find what he has been searching for. Translation: The man who doesn’t listen to advice will lose out for the bird cage referred to in […]
And the winner is of the cookbook giveaway is …….
To be honest, I’m not that fussed about risottos anymore. I’m more concerned about testing some ‘realities’ with it! Don’t get me wrong, I like risotto but its Arancini which I’ve been hankering after, especially cause I hadn’t tried it!
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.
And if at first you don”t succeed Then dust yourself off and try again You can dust it off and try again, try again Cause if at first you don”t succeed You can dust it off and try again Dust yourself off and try again, try again (and again) Try again by Aaliyah….and millions […]
So, now that Sinterklaas is come and gone….at least till December 5th, I can get on with my life. And my Thanksgiving offerings. With joy too…because I found my sausage. Yes, serious. I bought it at the Italian stall at the Eten & Drinken 2010…and left it there. And I was a tad bit upset. […]
Time and chance happeneth to all men….and that’s how we met. On a cold autumn’s day in a room full of serviettes, wood and glue, I made a choice and it was you….dear Kumquat. Your face printed so lovingly on branches, perfect for decoupage!
Hi. My name is Ozoz. I’m a Nigerian food explorer who’s on a quest – to find and share the sweet, sweet nectar that’s food
