June Contest

Secret of the Spices

By June 30, 2019 No Comments

Eleanor is visiting Lagos from Manhattan. She’s in my kitchen: her blonde hair waving and her straight nose frowning at the pepper paste frying in diced onions and vegetable oil.

“Amoke, where’s your cookbook? To measure the spices?”

I smile and grab a curry container beside the washed rice in a sieve.

“No cookbook is needed Ellie. Our mothers past lie in the spices. They tell us just the right amount to use.”

I add spices to the broth and stop when my mother’s ghost appears whispering, “Enough, my child.”

Eleanor says it’s the best jollof rice she’s ever tasted.


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