Sometimes, bravery is required at the dinning table. Or call it adventure. It is not always easy to try new foods, especially when the looks aren’t impressive to your eyes. But if you try, you just might discover a new height of delicious.
Here are four people who tried, and are glad they did.
NDUAMAKA EZENWANNE wrote
My name is Nduamaka Ezenwanne, I was born in Ibadan, both of my parents are Igbo. The local solid foods we were used to are Eba and Fufu, Amala was exclusive for my Dad. I always looked forward to the day I would eat Amala because I wondered why only my dad was the one allowed to eat it. Then one day, I was taken to a joint in Bodija called Ola Mummy.
I stood in the queue like every other person but something was different about me, I had joy in my heart and was full of smiles. It got to my turn and I was asked:
“Kini efe Oga?” (what do you want?) I replied “Amala”, and she said “Ati kini?” I shouted “Gbegeri!”
I sat down with the food, savored the smell, looked round and saw gentle looking men and women turned into ‘cannibals’ devouring their Ogunfe, Chai!
In conclusion, I finally had Amala and Gbegeri. It was a dream come true. I saw my Dad later, smiled and told him about the experience, he laughed and shook his head.
CHINEDU NKEM wrote
We boarded a bus from the NYSC Orientation Camp to our place of Primary Assignment… a remote village without power, GSM network and health facilities, but rich in agricultural products. The entire community had contributed yams (all types), potatoes, snails, periwinkles to welcome the first set of corp members who would actually stay in the community. We were unmoved. We made up our minds to pass the night at the waiting room of the kabiyesi’s house and apply for reposting out from the village the next morning. The long journey had taken its toll on us and we were famished.
Ekanem (Corp member) screamed at the sight of an old woman using a grater to grate fresh cocoyams and immediately rushed to the scene. Before we could say GT, the woman had scooped a large chunk of the mixture into a bowl and handed it to Ekanem. She moved swiftly to our barn, selected a couple of water yams which the students grated for her with joy. She mixed both the grated water yam and cocoyam together. It was when she brought out palm oil, crayfish, grounded pepper and stock cubes that we even had an idea that something was cooking. We were bewildered to see her rub oil at the base of the pot, put unshelled periwinkles and demanded that we complete our assignment of tying up the blended cocoyam/water yam mix with fresh cocoyam leaves which she put inside the pot immediately.
I made up my mind that I was not going to eat any tied rubbish food!
She added onions, crayfish, pepper, stock cubes and a little water to the level. She moved to the corner of the house, plucked some scent leaves, washed and shredded them into the pot. The aroma of the ‘rubbish’ filled the air and we were all salivating. A good measure of palm oil to the mix and salt to taste; She announced with joy… “Food is Ready!”
Grudgingly, I joined the table half way to the end of the match and ended up running away with the pot creating a real scene… All because of this local delicacy called Ekpan Nkwuko.
ANN PETER wrote
During my undergraduate days, I and my friends used to go to the school canteen to eat. They usually requested for amala with gbegiri soup or with ewedu and meat. I kept wondering why they craved for this particular food. They kept on persuading me to try the food but I bluntly refused each time we went there. After I graduated and became pregnant, I suddenly developed a strong craving for amala and ewedu. It became so bad that I would transport myself to the university just to eat the school amala and ewedu soup. This kept on occurring until I put to bed. Till date I can never eat amala anywhere except my school. I am lucky my school is not so far from my house so I still get to eat the food anytime I want.
IDOGHO UJIRO wrote
I am not a kind of person that has a favorite food because I love trying new foods. Anyway, pounded yam was one food I really did’t like because I had tasted it as a teenager and it was the worst thing ever. Late last year I went to a restaurant with my brother-in-law; I wasn’t really sure of what I wanted to eat, so I ordered a plate of fried rice and my brother-in-law ordered pounded yam and egusi soup. It was looking tempting but I wasn’t interested because I didn’t like pounded yam. He asked me why I went for rice, and my answer was “that is the only food I can manage here”. So he told me to try the pounded yam, that it was nice. At first I didn’t want to, but I just decided to give it a try. OMG! As I tried it, gosh, it was so good that I started grumbling, regretting why I didn’t order pounded yam instead. He saw how much I really wanted it, so he exchanged his food with mine and I ate it all. From that day pounded yam became my favourite meal. That is my memorable food experience #gtbankfooddrink.