Jollof Rice Ghana Novels & Stories

Mark and Lillian stares at Jay. " No one read my wife's mind without her permission "Mark said and they laughed. " OK boss" Jay said jokingly. "Hmmm,sweets, what's that strong sweet smell? Lillian looks around searching for " the thing". Mark raises the black cellophane bags in his hands. "Suya( a roadside roasted meat in Nigeria)!" Lillian shouts excitedly like a child. Lillian walks to kitchen and returns back with a tray. Jay spreads the Suya on the tray and they began to eat the meat mercilessly.

It was really a glamorous night. The cooking competition was an inter-platoon thing. Every platoon was given equal amount of rice and equal amount of ingredients to prepare Jollof rice and serve to the judges who would then award marks to the contestants. Nigeria is quite renowned for her jollof rice. The marks were based on the taste of the food, the neatness of the kitchen and the quality of service. There was tension in the air; every platoon engaged their assumed best hands in the cooking while others were helping out in the preparation of the condiments and ingredients. Virtually every hand was on deck. I guess that was why the popular saying that "too many cooks spoil the broth" took e

"Ok, hmmmm, these smells delicious, what is these please?" Bella said, tasting the food that made her moan with the sweetness she was enjoying from the food. "Is called a Nigerian jollof rice, I got the recipe from a fellow chef, who convinced me to try it out. And really it turned out great, I can see you are enjoying it." Emily said, smiling tenderly at the she wolf, just then the door to the kitchen opened, making the both of them to turn to staring at the new person who had interrupted their speech.

Kwabena, Kamdyn and Kwesi also joined the ladies before Kwame also joined to dance with his wife. Gifts were piled on the gift table and most of the guests took 3-5 packs of food home as there were in abundance. There was a variety of food from Fufu accompanied with goat light soup or chicken light soup or fresh fish light soup, palm nut soup to bank with any of the soups or okro stew, okro stew or with pepper, to jollof rice, fried rice, plain rice, waakye, drinks, meat, fish, eggs, salad, sausages. Akosua and her husband sat at the high table as her friends, mother-in-law, Maakua and other family members sat at a table closer to them. Kwame starred at his beautiful wife. He was glad he mar

Chicken masala sat steaming in a large serving dish, pasta with three different sauces, roasted vegetables, fresh salads, and right in the center, Ayven's contribution to the menu - African jollof rice with perfectly fried golden plantains. The family sat around the table in a comfortable chaos of conversation and laughter. Shayla sat between Grayson and her father, still adjusting to the strange reality of having Benjamin here. Ruby and Ricardo sat across from them, Ruby already on her second helping of everything. Grandma Madonna sat at the head of the table like the queen she was, and Ayven had positioned himself right next to her, the two of them thick as thieves. "Pass the jollof rice,

From the look on her face, Marco knew that it was useless to argue, he would certainly lose. Elena sat on the bed with one of the plates of food, it was an African dish- Jollof rice to be precise and she happened to love it. Well, she did love a lot of African dishes, there was a food vendor in her street that always made them and she had fallen in love with it. Marco walked to her and took his own plate, he tried to take the drink from her but she refused to hand it over and insisted that they shared, so Marco had to oblige but to do that, he needed to seat on the bed with her.

I said. "Plus if there's something I hate the most, it's people feeling pity for me" I replied. "I don't pity you," he said as he stretched forward, picked up grilled chicken with a spoon, and gently dropped it on my plate. "That's a relief " I replied calmly. "So what's this?!" I asked looking down at the food on the plate. "It's an African Delicacy" "Made with rice and some other ingredients" "It's called Jollof, and originated originally from Ghana" he explain and I nodded slowly.

Elo smiled while looking into space. “What is it?” “Nothing Pierre…. Let me dish out the food, and then we’ll chat”. Elo got up and turned to face me at the same time. “What are you eating, jollof rice or-” “I eat jollof rice frequently at the restaurants, so the vegetable soup and…” “Garri”, Elo whispered. “You don’t have a mortar, so I can’t pound anything”.

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

she screams, her voice bubbling with eagerness. Phoenix chuckles, enjoying her enthusiasm. "Yep. Jollof rice is definitely a staple. It's got that rich, spicy tomato base that makes it so special. And the fried rice, well, it’s a bit different from what you might be used to. Lots of vibrant veggies, and it's perfectly seasoned." Astrid leans back, a dreamy look on her face. "Hmm. I can almost taste it already."