A year or two ago I wrote Ama’s story in parts here. Today I have been thinking about getting back to that story and continuing it. With my family visiting, I miss home a lot. So here’s a sneak peak into Ama’s rural Ghanaian story.
Carrying her harvested palm nuts in the battered metal bowl on her head, all Ama could think about was her soup. She was ready to cook a very tasty, spicy palm nut soup.
All the ingredients apart from the palm nut had been prepped and she knew if she got everything together the soup would be ready before her mother returned from the farm.
The coal pot was pulled out as soon as she got home. Ama set the fire up, washed her palm nuts and placed it on the fire. Another fire was lit to start the soup with the grilled goat meat.
An expert cook, she multi-tasked, alternating fanning the coal pot, stirring the meat with all it’s spices, ground fresh ginger and onions and pounding the boiled kernels in the mortar .
It was a very hot day and with all the different tasks, Ama had beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She fanned and stirred and got the soup slowly cooking, to her mother’s surprise.
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