Once Eaten

I’m not saying I agree with the brother who gave up his birthright for some chow, but I’m starting to see his point. Every bite of food tasted better than the last and I barely stopped between each mouthful to breathe. There aren’t enough words to describe the rich flavour of the Nigerian dish in front of me: Fufu and Efo Riro (pounded yam and vegetable soup). As delicious as this meal was, I’ve had better.

If you haven’t tried proper Naija or African food, you are missing out. There is something about eating cultural meal for dinner that makes me want time to pause. It's like a warm embrace for my tastebuds.

I love it so much that I try to indulge just once a month. The more I crave it, the better it tastes.