I hear my uncle scurrying out the screen door headed for the waakye stall across the street on the corner of Palace Street, North Kaneshie—his first breakfast beckons.
It's a meal not easily made for one or two; it's meant to be shared like it was shared with us from our ancestors in West Africa who carried on their knowledge of growing rice and growing American civilizations.They took an ingredient they knew, and without their native red palm oil, they used the tomatoes the Spanish introduced to their diets and created something of their own.. READ:.
It took me years to finally perfect my red rice recipe; no one person in particular taught me.Truthfully it was an accumulation of different women across different parts of my life who each added their own little tips and tricks which led me to the "recipe" I go by now.I couldn't tell you any precise measurements for it if I tried.
And even if for some reason I did have a written recipe, you could make it, but you could never make it with the same intention and care as Black Lowcountrians..The swish of your hands across the grains is like casting a spell.. Generally, when the conversation of rice comes up on social media or in person, I try to make a point of saying how the simple act of washing rice alone is spiritual—knowing what temperature of water to use, how much it should be rinsed depending on how you're cooking it, picking out tiny little stones or imperfections, the way you do it all with intention.
The swish of your hands across the grains is like casting a spell.
I'd been taught to put so much thought and consideration into making rice for my entire life, so it's always funny to me when people hear me and then respond, "You wash your rice?"mushroom seasoning.
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