I’m embarking on a bit of a kitchen adventure today — first time I’m smoking my own meat!
I got a lovely leg of 🐏 for Sallah, so I blended up some cumin, rosemary, paprika, black pepper and salt for a dry rub. Gonna let that smoke for 3 hours.
Wish me luck!
I’m a bit nervous, can’t lie. Never done this before, and I already know I’ll be very pissed if it doesn’t turn out how I want.
For now, though, I’m dreaming of pulled ram sandwiches 😂
With harissa mayo? 😍
Ok. 2.5hrs in. It’s cooked through, but not terribly tender.
Gonna give it another 1.5hrs. Maybe even another 2.
Was def another 2. It’s been more hours, so 4. I’ll turn it off an 1am.
My kitchen smells delicious, though! And the meat is quite tender now, just checked.
It’s been 5 hours. I’ve turned it off. I’m gonna let it cool, before I open it up, so the remaining heat doesn’t escape.
So I’m going to exercise restraint and open it up tomorrow.
Deserve the hell out of my nightcap tonight.
Good morning! She’s a beauty 😊
It’s not falling off the bone, but it’s really lovely and tender. Could pull out some meat with my fingers, without a knife.
I'm going to start a thread of these incidents of insidious racism in the media coverage of the Ukrainian crisis, because I've just been seeing so damn many.
Grilling this jerk chicken tomorrow for lunch with a friend. There’ll also be jollof and plantain. Gonna be awesome.
So my jerk seasoning is always: soy/Worcestershire sauce, sesame oil/a neutral oil, thyme, chilies (as much as you can handle), spring onion, ginger, honey/treacle/sugar, a little water. The sugar/honey or whatever you’re using isn’t to make it sweet really; it just gives balance
Marinade for tomorrow’s chicken — lime zest and juice, grated ginger, garlic, Thai palm sugar, fish sauce, half a tin of coconut milk, 2 Tbsp. Peanut oil, some black pepper. #SaratusEats
Scenes from a Marriage s1e1, and I’m once more confident that there’s nothing more embarrassment-inducing than being around a couple arguing.
Also apropos: Oscar Isaac is such a fine man.
There’s so much that goes into us being able to get this representation on marriage and wanting/having a baby. Not least of which is women being more open about what having a baby is really like. I’m grateful for that work.
So I spent the morning yesterday visiting project sites in village communities outside of Yola where there are informal banking clusters. These clusters have been in operation at least 3 years, at most 5. This particular 3yr one has 25 women in it. Ave. loan repayment? 100%.
This is the first session for the new cycle. You buy “shares” worth 200 Naira each, and the amount of shares determine how much you can borrow. Highest amount borrowed this year, 63k. Lowest, 16k. Loans used for stuff like buying engines for Agro processing or school fees.
I think that one of the reasons many Nigerian marriages are a sham is because we have made giving a shit about someone sound like the worst thing. I get it, people can be shitty. But I think it also stops people from being as emotionally invested as they should.
It’s a wonder how much of our actions is driven by the logic of “it’s going to end anyway, so let me not be the idiot that got fooled by this person.” We end up doing awful things and hurting people because at least we get to control that.