My blog has a category which ideally should be a section with recipes and interesting tidbits from around the kitchen area:
But as with all good plans that section of my blog is mostly about (mis)adventures in the kitchen, its going on in the kitchen but I don’t know whats brewing, it could be a cup of papaya tea or it could be storm, storms also brew.
Step into the eye of the storm and I will share my favourite local food:
My favourite local food… that’s easy its… erm its…
It occurs to me how the concept of local food is shall we say, tricky?
For example if my ancestors had decided to be fixated on lets say pizza or potatoes maybe pasta as a staple food perhaps we would not have sadza as a traditional food. Sadza is a starch meal cooked from upfu that’s what we call mealie meal/maize flour (corn starch)
Growing up I never quite liked it much and might have told my parents that if I took another mouthful of it I would die, of course this was very scandalous, no not the part about refusing to eat sadza (I think at some point it’s the last thing any child would ever want to eat) but I was a toddler who could not yet walk, yet I talked and made very profound statements that I had no business knowing, like from the vantage point of my grandmother’s back I would gaze at the sky and exclaim very matter-of-factly that “The are clouds in the sky, it will rain today”
Come to think of it, it seems rain and I have had a complicated relationship for a very long time… but that’s a tale for another time.
When I told my parents I would die if I ate another mouthful they laughed and asked me if I even knew what I was talking about… “Yes I will go like this” and closed my eyes then refused take another breath until the offending plate of sadza was removed from my presence. I wish I could remember the looks on their faces or even the story itself its something heard later when I was older.
Sometimes mum would try and get me to eat by hiding the sadza between rolls of vegetables or dipping it into generous amounts of gravy, sometimes it worked sometimes I spit it out, looks like I never did die and I may have even acquired a taste for it, seven days without eating makes one weak
I always thought sadza was our very own bland starchy carbohydrate to endure, but recently in my life I am learning that its there, in almost every country on the African continent, the names might be different and the preparations methods might not entirely be the same but the food is the same.
Its eaten with a wide range of relishes from plain vegetables to stew and soup.
Crazy thing is maize is not even indigenous to Africa, Zea mays was first grown in Central America but has made its way to being the 3rd most important cereal crop in the world.
When cooked into sadza, this starch seems to feel you up so completely that if you eat a lot of it the next thing you want to do is take a nap. Once you start eating it regularly, nothing else can ever give you a similar satisfaction, some food will try but like a flame of paper and cardboards that burns out brightly and quickly while it compares to the embers of a hardwood tree that will glow red well into the night and the next day.
A worm of a thought niggles at my brain, that maybe sadza was meant to make our thoughts lethargic, our wills pliable and our tempers malleable, in other parts of the world, maize is used as stockfeed, it was brought here and now we eat it…
There’s a story that goes around in some circles that an old king sold the country to foreigners after he was baited by his first taste of refined sugar. Its just a story though, offensive to some, amusing to others but setting aside personal sensitivities, the story maybe a metaphoric interpretation of how we lost ourselves….
That’s Kitchen Diaries for you, you sit down meaning to brew something and here you are…
Shall I offer you a cup of herbal papaya tea? (never mind that it’s an exotic fruit tree but it grows in my backyard)
Papaya tea recipe
- Collect and dry leaves from a paw paw tree
- Crush the dried leaves and sift away straw like stems
- Boil crushed leaves in teapot or saucepan like regular tea leaves
- pour into favourite mug and drink via mouth
**you can add sugar or honey to taste and a lemon for flavour
Its got the entire alphabet of vitamins I am not calling it a miracle cure but… its certainly not bad for you.
So whats your favorite local food?
~B
Actually very few kids like Sadza, those that do are exceptional even hear in Uganda
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It’s not something you instinctively like you are conditioned into…
~B
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And papaya tea made it to the challenge. I do not remember ever disliking sadza but I remember disliking food in general although the only time I liked it was when I fell sick and I could order anything I fancied to boost my appetite. You were an interesting kid.
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Hahaha how could papaya tea not make it? 😂😂
As a kid I never fell ill but I was terribly jealous of my siblings when they fell sick and could have all sorts of treats and desserts 😂
Yeah, I think people found it most unsettling that a kid who would not crawl would instead call people that heeey come carry come me I can’t walk
(oh and apparently I refused to crawl and then one day I just stood up and started walking)
~B
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In Uganda we eat sadza/posho everyday in school so you can understand why it can’t be my favorite. If I eat another mouthful, I might die. 😂 And I’m not being dramatic like you were.
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It’s a reluctant favourite, actually calling it favourite is not quite the word, it’s an essential, like one can’t say oxygen is my favourite gas 😂😂
~B
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Essential I understand. 😂
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Your narration of sadza made me recall another delicacy that we call Umfahla in Ndebele. It is bread made out of fresh maize, very sweet and rolls with the tongue.
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I think I can even vaguely remember the scent of fresh maize bread in the kitchen.. Let me call my mum and ask 😂
~B
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If sadza was meant to make our thoughts lethargic, it certainly has nothing on you. I thoroughly enjoyed the read. I should try the papaya tea, I’ve got paw paws growing in my garden.
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Thank you Winnie
I absolutely recommend you try papaya tree why let all those leaves go to waste we can call it research 😂😂
~B
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Hahaha, research it is then.
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Winnie I can’t seem to get your site. ☹️
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winniemalinga.wordpress.com
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Thank you. Checking it out
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Oh but why? I’ll check what the problem is.
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Yum yum please treat us to the papaya tree. Haha sadza is a fancy name. I promise if it was called that in Uganda I’d love it all the more…
Call you my friends and order some Sadza.. 😅
But yeah it’s traumatizing haha but you’re right, I think it has a purpose, considering most Africans have it right?
I love the dreads btw.
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The “cool” crowd who live life north of the leafy suburbs have been known to call it sah
As in can I have some sah for my friends and I and make it sound like some exotic dish 😂😂
Thank you I grew the hair myself 😂
~B
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Sah. Wowwzaaa today I’ve learnt all the cool names for posho. You won’t get me. Saying ugali any more haha I’m the Coolio now.
Thanks Beaton. Wow how long now? Years I mean.
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Go ahead and flourish ^_^
hmmm I havent really been counting but you can check out this post https://wp.me/p3NqTj-3l6 and any under my Hair Diaries category for updates on my hair…
which reminds me that this year I havent done any post about my I have been rather negligent of late mostly with lockdown the effort to make sure each strand is strategically aligned with Brand Beaton does not seem the effort if no one can see you right *puts on woolen hat*
~B
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Hahaha alright Beaton. Hair goals right now. Let me check it out. I nominate you for this award, I think you have a lot of magic and creativity in your writing. Can’t wait to read from you.😊
https://wp.me/p7cFcf-nR
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Thank you for the nomination
~B
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😊 my pleasure
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You still didn’t say what your favourite is though.🤔
A very elaborate tangent on sadza 😅
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This is where the magic happens…
~B
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Why can’t I send stickers here. I have one that a perfect response to that
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Sadza is definitely an essential. I think for me at least once a week is enough thank you.
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some people have it three times a day really
~B
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I love this so much. I am sure I probably hated it too as a child…but my gosh it is all i love eating when i am home (botswana), you can never go wrong with paleche(what we call it over there) with a good beef stew and chomolia (african kale)… it is just all that is right with the world i tell you….also that part about making on sleepy. hilarious but probably true
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Haha and when you have a mixed relish with the chomolia and the beef stew in same pot 😂 it will taste like boarding school
~B
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What other ways of drinking (other than via mouth) are possible with papaya tea?
Also, I was hoping that you use some of the fruit in it, too.
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We live in strange times where people need to told not to drink bleach or detergent figured drinking via mouth lest you find someone trying to pour it into their ears so they can hear how it tastes 😂😂
At the time I tried this the fruits were out of season and the winter leaves were falling off the tree and I thought heeey what if…
~B
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And we should follow you on Twitter for more recipes
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😂😂😂 you know it Eunice
~B
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🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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The papaya tea sounds interesting. Wasn’t it bitter?
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It’s surprisingly not bitter at all 😍 though it does taste a bit… Leafy😂😂
~B
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