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
Notice there’s no mention of salt. The last thing you need in this world is to add salt to a dish with fish sauce, which is basically anchovy essence.
Planning a much humbler dinner — a simple chicken soup with farro and spinach.
Alright, let’s cook up some chicken.
Chicken done. Used broccoli instead of cabbage, because I didn’t feel like leaving my house to shop. Added a handful of chopped coriander leaves and chillies at the last minute.
Served with coconut rice (I cooked jasmine rice with coconut milk and ginger slices). Dinner.
This is really good. I’m glad I did two things: 1) taste after the chicken was nearly there because it did need a little salt 2) didn’t use a third of marinade I made so I can add to the chicken just as it was ready.
Also: I’d never added ginger slices to coconut rice before, but I’m definitely doing it more going forward.
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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.
So I want to talk about something that’s bothered me since I read about it. It’s about the 13yo boy in Kano sentenced to 10yrs in prison for blasphemy.
Like a lot of us, I read it and it saddened me, but i was determined to unlook. There’s so much in this country to get one down, and in a lot of instances we have to choose between the paralysis of helpless despair and the stoicism of propelling onwards with our lives.
However, the larger systemic things that militate against us as Nigerians manifest themselves also in small ways. Indeed, the endless killings in different parts of the country and the ease with which we condemn young lives to death or cruel sentences are one and the same.