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| Sweet sweet nectar of life |
Food is a defining element of any experience and my time in Ghana has been no different. The Ghanaian cuisine has made me laugh (at its simplicity) cry (at its scalding temperatures), but I'd say we've had a good run, pun intended.
As I start to day dream about what life will be like back in America my mind keep drifting to the conundrum of "Where the Hell am I supposed to get my daily Banku Fix?" It's a problem-o. I'll buy a box or two of the "Neat Banku"- the add water and stir dealio, but let's be honest. No one does Banku in Abura Dunkwa like Sister Eresi.
Upon realizing my impending Banku withdrawls, I headed straight to the best Banku spot in town to take some photos which I can cry over when I'm sitting in front a of a bowl of salad and grilled salmon (wait, that doesn't sound so bad...hmmmm).
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| Eresi, posing at her Banku Station |
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| Scooping the tasty goo into a bowl for me! |
After July 13th, I may never order 5000 Banku w/ 4000 Fish ever again. Which is somehow something to be mourned.
1 comment:
This is my home town. Abura Dunkwa is where I was brought up. I know some of the people in the pictures. Wow.
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