“We are indeed much more than what we eat, but what we eat can nevertheless help us to be much more than what we are.”

When the sun is bright, I am easily duped into thinking the day is warm. It isn’t, but I’ll accept being easily duped. Looks like the birds need their feeders filled. I’ll bundle up a bit later and go out on the deck with my bag of sunflower seeds.

Tonight is chili night while we watch The Amazing Race from last Sunday when we watched the Oscars instead. The chili is cooking and will cook all day long. I’ve  some corn bread and toppings to serve with it. I haven’t made my guacamole yet and won’t until just before my friends come. The only thing left is the dessert, and I have no idea what we’ll be having yet.

Italian and Chinese were the most exotic foods my mother served us. That was a good thing as we probably would have turned our noses up at most other foods. She started us out with American chop suey, not at all related to its Chinese cousin, but it was her way of sneaking bean sprouts into our diet. Later we’d order out at the China Moon. It was until my two years in Africa that I was introduced to all sorts of exotic, strange foods.

I ate Indian food at the Maharajah. It was near High Street and was on the top floor of a retail building. The walls went only halfway up so we could hear the hustle and bustle from the street below us. We sat on cushions, and I thought the restaurant was the most one exotic one I’d ever seen. There were lots of red cushions and curtains and tassels. I don’t even remember what I ate, but I must have enjoyed it as I still like Indian food. Hummus, tabbouleh and falafel were next, and it was a good thing I didn’t know anything about them because the mere mention of chickpeas would have put me off. I still like my hummus the way it was served at Tahal’s in Accra: a ring of hummus on a flat plate with sesame oil in the middle and red pepper in a ring around the outside of the hummus.

I ate food from the street vendors. Lots of times I didn’t know what I was eating, and I knew not to ask. I decided if it tasted good, that was enough. I have made Ghanaian food here for my friends to taste, but that was a long time ago. I am hankering for some kelewele and jollof rice. Maybe that will be my next offering. Luckily my friends are adventurous and will try most anything. They too have learned not to ask what is in any dish I serve.

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13 Comments on ““We are indeed much more than what we eat, but what we eat can nevertheless help us to be much more than what we are.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I wish they could have the Oscar gala at a Saturday instead. THey sometimes show it here but I just can´t sit up an entire night towards Monday, I would probably fall asleep while working then 🙂 🙂

    As You know by now my mother isn´t a good kook 🙂 but she managed to boil spaghetti without it clogging together every now an again, so we quite often had italian food at home 🙂

    But I remember our first pizza that I ate. We went down to a newly opened pizzeria and it tasted delicious 🙂 I also remember the first time I ate chinese. I fell in love with chinese food by my first bite of it.

    But I do love Lebanese food too. THey have a superb Lebanese restaurant in Gothenburg that I visit as often as I can. Their octopus is delicious!

    Grey over here today, but days are still over 32F!

    Have a great day now!

    • katry Says:

      I think I used to watch it, but by late afternoon the next day, I’d need a nap.

      The restaurant in the next town, Kitty’s, mostly had Italian food, and it was one of the few places my parents could afford to take us out to eat.

      I’m with you in loving Chinese and Lebanese food. I don’t do octopus ever!

  2. Zoey & Me Says:

    Might be me but while reading your post I could only think of a hot dog stand on Michigan Ave in downtown Chicago. Damn that was a dog for sure. I ate two and boasted that Chicago had the best hot dogs ever. People thought I was crazy but hey, a kid of 19 interviewing with a college, eats best hot dog in all the world? I had to brag about something.

    • katry Says:

      I figure good food makes a lasting impression. I am a hot dog lover and would have joined you for lunch!

  3. RHMathis Says:

    We have some friends from South Africa who make a main dish called Bobotie. My mouth waters just thinking of it. I haven’t looked at this version of it on the Web, but it gleaned an average of 5 stars. So, it is likely good. http://allrecipes.com/recipe/best-bobotie/

    • katry Says:

      Thanks for the recipe. I had a different one in my files, but this one sounds better. I haven’t tasted it but npw I’m thinking I might give cooking it a try.

      • RHMathis Says:

        Now that the URL is here, I can always come back to this one. Let me know. If it is NOT better than yours, then send me your recipe. Patti’ll whip up yours and we’ll see if we on this end think it is better than the one she’s been making for years. When she makes it, it is ALL I can do to keep from just eating every last bit of it up. Takes all the will power I have to put the remainder in the fridge.

  4. J.M. Heinrichs Says:



    • katry Says:

      I have to tell you this was one of those times when I shouldn’t know the ingredients, especially the main one.

  5. Bob Says:

    My Parents always took us to Chinese and Italian restaurants as long as I can remember. Chinese or Italian food was wonderful when I was a kid in NY City. My parents wanted us to try everything. Texas was a vast wasteland of food when we first moved south in the 1950s. Texans only ate in four types of restaurants in those days. There were cafeterias, Barbeque joints, TexMex restaurants and Chicken Fried Steak with cream gravy and fries.

    The one or two Chinese restaurants in Dallas served white bread with Chow Mein along with iced tea.

    • katry Says:

      I figure you can probably find loads of ethnic restaurants in New York. I know Boston and Cambridge have a huge variety.

      No barbecue joints in these parts and few good Mexican restaurants. I’d love a few.

  6. katry Says:

    When I’m home for a bit from surgery, I’ll give yours a try and let you know.

  7. Bert Says:

    My mother took a very practical view to food, which she hated to prepare anyway. My father always supported her, although he can’t have been too happy all the time.
    One day we were presented with a greenish mash, which we could not identify. Mother said it were 2 green leftovers put together. What could be wrong with that since they were the same colour?
    It was the first and only time my father refused to eat and we didn’t have to either.
    My mother took this as an insult.

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