Can You Freeze Jollof Rice Novels & Stories

She felt the words land somewhere deep in her chest, in the place where she kept all the things she did not let herself feel. "I don't know," she admitted. "I think I forgot what it feels like." Amara, who had been silent through the exchange, reached over and squeezed Zara's hand. "Then we'll remind you," she said brightly. "Starting with dinner. Have you ever had my father's chef's jollof rice? It's the best in Nigeria. I swear it."

The only food they could think of was rice. Yuna explained, “If no one has known. Food can be frozen to last for months on end. It isn’t common because vegetables and meat are readily available for people that can afford it. Most people that live in the tundra and cold environments are used to freezing their food and making it last throughout the cold winters. People may worry that the ice used to freeze food would melt instantly in this hot weather, but it is possible to maintain cold temperatures in dark and enclosed places like underground.

His statement reminded me of my empty stomach, making me stop on my tracks. "Yh...Nana came by, she made 3 different soups, jellof rice and one weird sauce like that. They are all in the freezer except the egusi soup, she left that one in the pot and made swallow to go with it. It's in the warmer." Dubem explained as he opened the laptop to start his work. His statement made me smile, at least I'll stop eating cereals for a while.

James and Hilda walked towards their table catching up on everything they have missed. The audience in the crowd clapped and hollered as the chef stood in their respective tables. "So please each representative of each team should pick a card. The card contains what your team will be making." Hilda went for their team. "I picked Jollof rice and fried rice." Hilda said smiling at James who gave a satisfied smile and the crowd cheered. "I picked Semo and Egusi." The other team representative annouced and they went back to their tables. James got everything ready, he smiled remembering when Christiana asked him to make it for her and how she kept hyping him.

The heavenly aroma of rice hit me, making the worms in my stomach roar in hunger. It was a little embarrassing, but who cares? It wasn't just rice, it was Nigerian jollof rice, specially made by Jade. No one makes jollof rice better than her in the whole Pack. "Oh, dear," Jade and Madam Dora shook their heads as they watched me salivate as I stared at the food. I couldn't wait to descend on it. "I made one of your favourites," Jade said. When it came to Nigerian foods, especially the food made by Yoruba tribes, nothing could stand it, not even the pastries that Selene brought earlier.

I said just to deviate and not indulge because I just couldn't afford to break our deal. "Yeah um there's food stuff" she said and sat back down beside me. I lightly sighed in relief. I almost lost it. "But it needs to be cooked. Can you wait?" "Uh okay what do you want to cook?" I asked. She stood up "either rice or spaghetti. Jollof mode." She said. I smiled "That sounds very inviting" I spoke in a seductive tone unintentionally. I saw her breath hang in her throat before she continued. "Um you could just um... wait here while I go prepare it. It wouldn't take a lot of time." She said and I nodded.

Ismail picks up his fork with a big smile. “Thank you. I got us jollof rice and chicken, two different types of pepper soup and puff puff.” “Alright, which should I start with?” he asks getting ready to eat. “I got you two different types of pepper soup because I did not know which one you would like. This is the inner part of the cow while the other is the outer part of the cow. Which do you want? Both are nice, though.” “Can I try it first?” “Sure, try the inner part first.” I say placing the bowl in front of him.

“Come on, you two. Lunch is ready. Let me just heat them.” She’d made a type of rice she told me was called jollof rice with fried plantains and grilled chicken — It was the kind of meal that made the whole house smell like home. She served me a plate and waited for me to take a bite. The first spoon hit me with a burst of flavors, it was both sweet and spicy at the same time. “Wow.” I mumbled between bites “This is really goooddd Lani.” She grinned as she settled into her seat. “Thank you, sweetie.”

These were the players in Ezekiel’s war, and she was now a piece on the board. Dinner was served: delicate plates of jollof rice infused with truffle oil, grilled prawns, and egusi soup reimagined as a modernist amuse-bouche. Amara barely touched her food, her stomach knotted with suspicion. Ezekiel’s warning echoed in her mind: *Don’t drink anything unless it comes from my hand.*

He handed me the plate he had prepared, his hands steady and warm. I glanced down at the breakfast he had made for me. At the center of the plate was the reason for the delightful aroma. Jollof rice. The bright orange hue and the slices of fried plantains next to the rice made my mouth water with anticipation. “Nothing is on my mind,” I told him, immediately reaching for the spoon so I could take a bite. Edmond prided himself in his cooking. If I distracted him long enough with commentary about jollof rice, he would let it slide. I took a generous amount of the perfectly good grains coated with pepper and spices. It was overwhelming for breakfast but that was just what I needed to get over t