Novel & Cerita Can You Freeze Jollof Rice

The argument had gone on for several hours, until they reached an agreement that their relatives would prepare the food on the wedding day, while the caterer would take care of the dinner. Even from her bedroom window, Afrah could smell the numerous spices wafting up into the air from downstairs. She could smell the curry, mixed with the unmistakable scents of turmeric, nutmeg, thyme, parsley, oregano and garlic. They were cooking Jollof rice, and a quick glance down the window showed the enticing reddish shade of the food being turned in the enormous pots by the expert hands of her aunts. Afrah spied a girl standing beside them with a small bucketload of peas, ready to dump them into the ri

I thought pushing off the rest of the dish that tastes like poison while the maids rush in scared and suprise at what's happening in here. "You should make me jollof rice, fried rice, roasted chicken and meat balls as side dish before the next two hours, they are for VIPs so you should really impress them with what you are making." I said staring at all of them while I rinse off my hand including the cut I had sustain due to the dish I threw off the table. " For how many people ma'am?" The head of maids asked making me slowly turn around to stare at her while I get my hand cleaned in a slow gradual process.

Then I saw the plates and my breath caught. Steaming jollof rice exactly the way I loved it, the grains separate and glossy. Grilled chicken brushed with that spicy glaze Maya only used when she was trying to make peace. Fried plantains, golden and slightly caramelized at the edges. Even the small bowl of pepper soup sat there, sending up a familiar, comforting aroma. My favorite foods, all of them. For a moment, my anger wavered. I sat down slowly, staring at the meal like it might disappear if I looked away. “You didn’t have to do all this,” I muttered.

she nodded in approval and poured the pepper inside the hot frying oil. "This is how to make jollof rice, Olodo rabata" she said and I giggled. I've learnt a lot from this girl, things I never knew from my mother. "I sha know that they'll mix rice with pepper and eat. The rest, I leave it to God" I chuckled again. But this time, I had to dodge a knock from her. "Your husband will face a lot" she sighed but I kept laughing "Who's your boyfriend? Blake?" She smirked and I avoided her gaze shyly.

Both of us mated and knowing she no longer pines after me. ‘So, what’s your history with happy go lucky?’ I know she is pissed when her eye brow shoots up, like it has now. I snort and laugh loudly as I pull some boxer shorts on to cover my soft dick. ‘I like your character assassination.’ I look up at her and her glare softens. ‘Well, she was a right bitch to me when she first came here.’ She looks over at the food on the table and it’s her stomach that growls loudly from this sight and smell of the hot food that steams in bowls and on big plates waiting to be devoured. ‘Have you tried Ophelia’s cooking yet?’ She shakes her head and walks over to the table She has put one of my t-shirts on

“Aunty, please don’t start.” Aunty Lisa ignored her, still playing with the baby. “So, what are you cooking for lunch today?” “I’m thinking of making jollof rice,” Savannah said. “Good choice!” Aunty Lisa said, clapping her hands. “Add fried plantain too. That’s how you keep your husband smiling.” Savannah laughed. “You and food, aunty.” “I’m telling you the truth,” she said seriously. “A man who eats good food will never have time for stress.”

Awesome combination coming up --- Jollof rice and football. Elza came out of the kitchen and I bent my neck for her to plant a kiss on my cheeks, but she went for my lips instead. Someone was in a good mood, I just might get lucky tonight. "Hi, honey!" She beamed, and sat down beside me. We made small talk as Stacey waltzed in, juggling three plates in her hands. She handed one to each of us and skipped back to the kitchen to get her's. We all dug into our spicy jollof rice and chicken and it was even better than I remembered.

© Written by Victor Olusa Episode 12 NIGERIA Only the sound of moving cutleries could be heard in the large and exquisite dining room of Dave Arowona, the latter hosting his guests, Harry Morgan and George Five to a good meal. "I must say, this Jollof Rice tastes better than I thought it would be." Harry commended, taking in another full spoon of the orange colored rice served in his plate, with assorted seasonings and two big fried chicken placed ontop.

Claire whispered. "I thought I was the only one who felt that way; I am so hungry that I can eat someone." "I saw the new African restaurant on our way here. Do you want to go try it out?" I said. They nodded, and we stood up. With the guards behind us, we entered the restaurant and were given the menu. I saw jollof rice, and there were Nigerian, South African, and Ghanaian jollof rice, so we decided to order them all since we're three of us. Then I ordered suya and zobo while they ordered assorted meat and zobo.

The other two had a mixture of Jollof and Fried decorated with Coslow. “Delicious” I licked my lips and picked a plate of Jollof Rice and chicken. I am not a fan of fried rice. I also picked up the juice and one bottle of water before going to sit back in the corner. I inhaled the fine aroma coming from the food and appreciated the fact that it was still warm. I dug the clean spoon into the rice, scooped a spoonful, and let it travel to my open mouth. The spoon was halfway going into my mouth when the door opened and I snapped my head to see who entered.