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Tribute Tuesday

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One of the fondest memories I have of my mom is her in the kitchen cooking. She always wanted me to be a part of it and asked that I stay in the kitchen to watch while she cooked. I hated it!

I was going to grow up and become a lawyer, never marry, and just try and win cases, why did I need to learn about cooking?

She made good foods and one of her many specialties was Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew), it is native to her state of origin, Ondo in Nigeria.

Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew),

Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew),

When she made this stew, she would put all sorts in it and say “òkèlè kan, ọmọ ìgbín kan, aye n be l’Ondo egin” loosely translated “every dip of your morsel into the stew you pick a bit of baby snails” We loved eating the stew…ask anyone who knows, it is a delight…and even when things got rough and they did from ‘94-01 and especially between ‘99-01, she still made them although adding meats became expensive. She still cooked them with ponmo (cow skin) just because she knew we loved eating it. We had a funny name for the stew then and it made her laugh out loud. Still all I wanted to do was eat it and not make it…

Back pedal further to 2001 a few days after she passed away, I had to follow one of my aunts to the market to get food items, sigh… I hated it!

We got home and I went into the kitchen to drop off the items and for whatever reason, I cooked Yam and fried eggs with chunks of Titus fish…I made that meal almost every night for that period, and after the funeral and visits were all concluded, I found myself in the kitchen making turkey stew for one of my brothers to take back to university.

Turkey stew became my specialty, and every chance I got I would cook it…I also started making coleslaw and remember making it with my sister for a friend’s 21st birthday.

I moved to the US and found myself cooking ever so often. Dodo& gizzard was now my specialty and every chance I got I would bring a tray to parties for free, then it was fried rice, now it’s all sorts…I always looked for opportunities to bring food to parties…I found that I thoroughly enjoyed cooking.

These days, I wish I had stayed in the kitchen with her…I wish I had learned to cook from her…still I try to look back on our time together and picture a few things she did here and there…my dad and siblings give input as they are able.

Today I am cooking Obe ilá alasepo, as a tribute to her as I make up my mind to pursue this joyful passion fearlessly. I will put every kind of meat I have in the stew…and I have a lot, thank God. I will sit back and dip my morsel into it…smile in memory of mommy and wish if only for one second she was here to share this meal with me.

:).

Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew), pẹlu iyan (pounded  yam)

Obe ilá Alasepo (Okra stew), pẹlu iyan (pounded yam)

(To say I didn’t cry while writing this would be a lie, but that’s OK for I find my honest moments in words are when the tears flow free).

Cooking Food

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    It is the simplicity therein

    The joy that comes from cooking food
    The love that goes into eating food
    Sometimes it is the other way around
    The love that goes into cooking food
    The joy that comes from eating food
    

    To Lie In Your Arms

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    How I would love to lie in your arms
    Sipping fine aged wine
    As you nibble on exotic and sweet fruits
    Dark chocolate pieces all about

    Your sultry voice whispering amusing seduction
    Enchantingly into my heart
    My spirits soaring
    With the evening breeze

    Your love, my laughter
    Both echoing out loud
    As our eyes full and alive

    Heartily take in Rome’s beautiful architecture

    An Ode To Food

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    I am no connoisseur of your sophistication
    I have no mastery of your art
    I am not even close to being skilled in your preparation

    But I understand well your consumption

    How my tongue burns at your sight
    My mouth salivates in your presence
    As you stare me in the face
    Beautiful and appealing

    To the eyes
    To the mouth
    To my guts

    Whether I have you with the best Sauvignon Blanc
    Club soda so dry
    Or even with plain still water
    You are always the main attraction

    The object of my appetite’s affection
    Be it from a street vendor
    Or the best cafes on
    Avenue Des Champs Élysées

    You satisfy my hunger
    Give my stomach fulfillment
    And leave me delectably pleased

    Oh how sweet and savory you can be
    Teasing my palates

    Oh how spicy and sour you sometimes are
    Pleasing my mouth
    And filling me up

    And when our time is done
    Food
    Oh yummy food
    Delighter of my mouth
    Nourishment for my being

    I love that I can burn the caloric intake
    Of your power
    On my big and steady machine lover

    Macaroni and Peas

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    I am sure a lot of parents can attest to the fact that with little ones around the house, there is no eating alone. It is very true with my little girls, and I don’t mind it all except on a few occasions as this. I want them to eat with me especially when I am eating my vegetables, brown rice, or other yucky foods like that. The idea is that if they see mommy eating her veggies, they would want to eat theirs too. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Poor me! :(

    On this particular day though, I was eating veggies, but not in the mood to share, yep, mommy who tells them to share all the time doesn’t want to share today. So I put a lot of peas in my lunch and started eating. As usual they came one after the other: “mommy, what doing?” that translates to “mommy, what are you doing?” “I am eating.” I replied with a sly smile. The scenario is the story behind this poem.

    Macaroni and Peas

    Eating my lunch
    Twas macaroni and peas
    Along comes one of my babies
    With a quick look
    And a no- no
    She turned away
    The peas made it so

    In comes her sister
    Without any clue
    She headed towards me
    Thinking of my food
    She saw the meal
    And turned away
    The peas made it so

    I smiled to myself
    Happy my plan had worked
    I didn’t want to share
    My very little lunch
    And so I ate in peace
    And left out all the peas.