Recipes

There’s a particular silence that falls over a Nigerian household when Moin Moin is being made. It’s not a sad […]

There is a particular wisdom in Nigerian cuisine, a understanding that pleasure and pain, sweetness and bitterness, are two sides

Let me tell you about the first time I truly met Asun. It wasn’t at a restaurant, but at a

There are some dishes that whisper of home, and others that shout it from the rooftops. Ekpang Nkukwo is the

My first taste of Igba-Egusi was not in a restaurant, but in a bustling family compound in Owerri. The air was thick

Let’s be honest. Most fried rice is an afterthought. A vehicle for leftovers, thrown together in a frantic sizzle. But

I will never, ever forget my first real taste of Jollof Rice. It wasn’t in a restaurant, but at a

There’s a certain kind of gray November afternoon that demands baking. The kind where the light gives up at 4

I’ll never forget my first macaron. It was in a patisserie in Paris, and I bought it purely for its

I have a lifelong love affair with malted milk powder. It started with Whoppers candies stolen from my grandfather’s pocket