| South African hot dish|
I miss Africa. It reminded me of Wyoming, but with elephants, and I've been missing Wyoming my entire life. The other night I watched a movie called White Material
, the kind of movie that made me never, ever want to go to Africa before I went to Africa. Like Hotel Rwanda
But having been to Africa, I completely understood why Isabelle Huppert did what she did in order to stay on her plantation, despite the bad men with guns, child soldiers with machetes, and a decapitated ram's head left in her coffee beans. It wasn't pretty, but I understood.
I didn't think much about food when I was in Africa, not because the food wasn't delicious but because food in Africa is dwarfed by everything else. It is dwarfed by the trees full of baboons and the vast plains, the hippos and lions and giraffes and monkeys trying to get in your room, by the waterfalls and rivers, and, of course, the problems. It seems frivolous to talk about African cooking rather than African poverty, political instability, AIDS, and rhinoceros poaching.
Yet if all that you feel comfortable discussing about a place are its noble landscapes and problems, the place is no longer relatable
and human. African food is wonderful. The food served to tourists, anyway, which is the only kind I ate or had the opportunity to eat. I realize this is not what ordinary Africans eat, but is still African food: food cooked by Africans in Africa using African recipes and African ingredients. It did not taste like any food I had ever eaten before.
African food, in my brief and very limited experience, is strong and spicy and hearty, often served with pap
, a starchy cornmeal porridge much like polenta, but not cheesy or buttery. We ate a lot of this porridge alongside curry-like stews accompanied by chutneys and incendiary pepper pastes. (A creamy spinach-peanut braise served with some porridge was the best thing I ate the entire trip, and I am determined to replicate it at home.) I worry that some of the flavors will be impossible to capture here -- the beef tasted different and better than American beef, and I ate a butter cookie that tasted 10 times better than any butter cookie I ever encountered in my many decades of butter cookie consumption. I started thinking maybe it was made with cape buffalo butter after someone told me they make cheese out of cape buffalo milk. It is a brave man or woman who tries to milk a cape buffalo.
Anyway, when I got home, I immediately opened The Soul of a New Cuisine
by Marcus Samuelsson to learn more about African cooking.
This is a beautiful and inspiring cookbook, full of gorgeous pictures and tempting dishes, but it is very high end and cheffy, with recipes for things like quail-foie gras soup
and tangerine consomme
. Tangerine consomme sounds lovely, but it doesn't sound African to me. Amazon reviews
of the book are mixed, as are the notes
from Eat Your Books
. I am especially discouraged by a thumbs-down report on Samuelsson's injera
recipe as I am determined to learn to make injera
Then I pulled out The Africa News Cookbook
, which I bought some years ago. I can't remember why.
It is a homely looking spiral-bound cookbook, lacking lush photography or lavish recipes. Amazon reviews of this book
My plan is to cook a few dishes from Samuelsson's book this week and then cook similar dishes from Africa News
next week, and choose the cookbook to proceed with on that basis.
I started cooking from Soul of a New Cuisine
a few nights ago. Results so far:
1. My father came over on Saturday and I made bobotie
(see photo on top.) Bobotie is essentially South African hot dish, an easy and frugal everyday casserole of spiced ground meat topped with custard. This recipe was excellent and I kept eating even after I was full. It was that
kind of excellent. I served the bobotie with an easy mango sambal
-- a.k.a. relish -- from Samuelsson's book and some creamed chard
. Dinner was a big hit. For dessert, Isabel made turtle bars
from an Alice Medrich recipe that you can find here
. (You should bake these immediately; they are that
kind of excellent, too.)
2. Monday, I made Samuelsson's Jollof rice
and it was gummy, dark, spicy, and studded with peas -- a one pot arroz con pollo
. Owen: "I thought it was good. Not make-it-every-night good, but it seems nice for once a month." Isabel: "I thought the chicken was good but the rice had too much stuff in it." Husband: "The chicken would be better if it didn't have any bones in it."
3. Tuesday night, I made Samuelsson's kofta meatballs with okra tomato sauce
. I had expected meatballs with a little sauce that you could serve on a plate, but ended up with a viscous okra soup in which floated big, tender meatballs. It was gumbo-like and I loved it. I was alone. Isabel: "The meatballs would have been better by themselves." Husband: "I thought it needed a noodle in it. The okra is a little bit off-putting." Owen: "I liked the flavor of the meat, but that vegetable is not the kind of taste that I like."
|He misses Africa too.|