“When you cook a guinea fowl, the partridge gets a headache.”

Last night it rained. The morning is cloudy and damp. More rain is expected. It could reach 60Ėš. Today’s low will be in the 40’s, the high temperature of not so long ago. Maybe spring is making its mark, defining the weather and pushing through the dampness, the browns and the grey. I do see more flowers every morning. It was two hyacinths today, both of them a deep rose. The mornings are noisy now, filled with the songs of birds. When I got the paper, I saw a cardinal couple probably looking for the perfect tree. The red was bright against the wild rose bush just beginning to get buds. There is just something so wonderful about the spring.

Yesterday I got bought a pineapple. It is still a bit unripe. When I was a kid, I never saw a pineapple outside of a can where it came in slices with a sugary syrup. In Ghana, a bowl of cut fruit was my lunch every day. I ate bananas, oranges, mangos, pineapples and pawpaw (papaya here) when it was in season. On the road, I often bought oranges. The aunties selling the fruit always cut off the top of the peel with a razor blade. I’d suck out all the juices then turn the orange inside out to eat the pulp. I remember those oranges were the sweetest I’d ever tasted. They were green. I often wondered why they were still called oranges.

The first time I saw a Guinea fowl I didn’t know what it was. I wasn’t quite sure if it was beautiful or ugly. They have small heads and big bodies. Their feathers are spotted. My first thought was Guinea fowl are off-beat relatives of a chicken. I was wrong. They are singular birds, and they can really fly. They wandered all around the school compound eating bugs. They have a funny run and are quick, hard to catch. I never saw a baby Guinea fowl. Sometimes I bought Guinea eggs. They were hard to break.

Okra and garden eggs were two vegetables I hadn’t ever seen. I liked okra except it was slimy. I only had it in stews. Since then, I’ve found out to de-slime. Cooking them with tomatoes is an easy way. Garden eggs, nyadua in Twi, were white though some had green stripes. They were baby eggplants. I also ate them in stews. One of my friends grows them in her garden.

If I cooked a Ghanaian meal here, it would have kelewele, jollof rice, chicken, a light soup and a green sauce I never learned how to make. I’d eat dinner with my right hand, the Ghanaian way.

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4 Comments on ““When you cook a guinea fowl, the partridge gets a headache.””

  1. Birgit Says:

    I looked up Guinea fowl and how it’s called here. The translation would be pearl chicken. Well, sometimes our language is just too simple šŸ™‚

    Happy garden news, the blackbird fledglings left their nest. Cute and very hungry, constantly fed by their busy parents. I’m glad they survived the frosty days in between. It’s sunny and much warmer now and the cherry tree has started to flower.

    Despite Corona out of control it looks like our international open-air music festival in town will take place this year. So I will probably eat kelewele and think of you end of May šŸ™‚

    • katry Says:

      Hi Birgit,
      That is a neat description of a Guinea fowl, pearl chicken.

      Happy life, fledglings!! They are flying just in time to enjoy spring. I love when the tres start to flower. My forsythia is a beautiful yellow. It brightens up the day.

      I love when life gets back to normal. I think we are all looking at another surge, but with so many people vaccinated, it will be far less deadly, maybe only a inconvenience for some.

      Eat some kelewele for me!!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    The barn where I boarded my horse had guinea fowl. They were kind of annoying, even more than the regular chickens. They didn’t like people walking around their territory and made no bones about it. I have seen baby guinea fowl. They’re brown and white stripes reminiscent of sparrows. Eventually, the guinea fowl disappeared through normal attrition and the barn owner did not replace them. She was selling eggs and gradually replaced her non-standard hens with “normal” hens which was too bad because most of us buying the eggs kind of liked having odd sized, odd colored eggs.
    The sun came out after lunch and the weather was lovely.
    Have a great day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Guinea fowl hens are terrible parents. They lose their chicks.

      They are free range. I was never sure whose fowl they were. I remember the first time I saw them. I had no idea what they were. They were so odd looking. I did like their eggs. They too were tasty, but I didn’t have them often. I had my own chickens.

      It rained until the early afternoon then the sun came out here also. It wasn’t a warm day but wasn’t all that cold either It was a spring day on Cape Cod.

      Enjoy the morning!


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