Sunny looked wounded to the core. "You say that like you think I've never done that before," she said as she pulled her arms away and beckoned for him to join her at the counter. Ginger, garlic, onion, yams, and okra were all in need of a knife.
Two knives. She had two cutting boards waiting. "I went back and forth on what would be the right thing to make. And I figured this was about as gateway of a dish you could do. Groundnut stew is all over West Africa. It's one of those things that's so common that no two families make it exactly the same way. Across several countries, two official languages, probably a thousand tribal ones, and they all know this in some form or other. The only point that everybody agrees on is when someone makes it without heat, we should all cry inside."
Spices were waiting off to the side for later, and she gestured briefly to them to punctuate what she'd said.
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Date: 2017-02-23 02:21 am (UTC)Two knives. She had two cutting boards waiting. "I went back and forth on what would be the right thing to make. And I figured this was about as gateway of a dish you could do. Groundnut stew is all over West Africa. It's one of those things that's so common that no two families make it exactly the same way. Across several countries, two official languages, probably a thousand tribal ones, and they all know this in some form or other. The only point that everybody agrees on is when someone makes it without heat, we should all cry inside."
Spices were waiting off to the side for later, and she gestured briefly to them to punctuate what she'd said.