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Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts

Thursday, 12 July 2012

I Wish I Had A Mango Tree...In My Backyard...


Mango Trees. Best invention ever.
Mango trees are the perfect creation. The best infrastructure in northern Ghana for so many things. They are the best designed tree that I have seen. So multipurposeful.
They 1. Provide delicious fruit. And so many too; enough for a small business (or full belly). 2. Give far reaching shade. So much that they house many school classes, and if you pass by a community it is almost guaranteed that all the men will be sitting under one. 3. Are the perfect height. You can stand/sit under them, reach for a mango, and still get some solid shade, never a problem of hitting the head. 4. Provide some life to the desert. Green all-year round. In the dry season in flat Ghana you can see lone mango trees kilometeres away, they are the only relief from the heat.
There are 3 in my backyard. All currently bearing the most delicious fruit. It feels so indulgent to be able to add the most tasty mango to any meal at the moment, and dream up cocktails, recipes and other uses for the plentiful fruit. Ghana food, you aren’t so bad…
mangoes mangoes mangoes

Ripe for the picking

dam! have to wait for it to ripen, life is so hard...

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Eggcellent Easter (oh yes! I made that joke!)


This Easter I went to Accra for a holiday. I took a large empty bag with me, an empty belly and plain palate, and came back a full, heavy, stocked up, happy person.

Highlights included;

  • The BEACH! Even though I was swimming with plastic bags and rubbish around my legs (I think I approximated maybe 2 bags per cubic meter) it was so nice to be on the sand with some ocean breeze
  • Great company
  • Delicious Lebanese food (puts the 'Lebanese' restaurant in Tamale to shame)
  • Thai food
  • Spanish tapas - aahhhhhhh
  • Italian pizza
  • Good wine
  • Cold beer on tap (and in one case, served in a chilled glass while I reclined on a beach chair with my feet in the sand……)
  • New scenery
  • Grocery shopping in supermarkets (‘super’ may be overkill here, but it was an air conditioned shop that was fully stocked and even had a deli section)
  • The pool. Complete with fountains and complimentary towels, I spent some lazy sessions paddling about
  • Croissants for breakfast (direct from Paris)
  • Breakfast overlooking the beach
  • A beer tower

Can you see a theme here….?

Despite mum and Kat sending me an amazing chocolate care package that arrived just before Easter (and saving it from customs at the post office when they politely pointed out “sharing is caring”), I forgot to bring any with me, so it was my very first chocolate-free Easter.

In Ghana Easter is a time to spend with the family. Busy, hectic Accra was turned into a ghost town as people returned to their villages, and I was able to walk down the main tourist street without being hassled, yelled at, asked for money, or just chatted to. It was a strange thing, it did not feel like Accra at all.

And to complete my Ghanaian Easter, I turned up to work 2.5 hours late on Tuesday, no sweat, and enjoyed my short week. So the Easter Bunny did not find me, but the Ghanaian Grasscutter (think Australian Bilby) did, I had a great holiday!

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

A Desert of Desserts

For a culture that takes at least 2 teaspoons of sugar in coffee that is made with evaporated or condensed milk, for them to claim ‘desserts are too sweet’ simply does not make sense to me. With starchy main dishes designed to fill you right up, there is no room in Ghanaian culture for a delicious post-meal indulgence.

One restaurant serves Western favourites such as Apple Pie and Chocolate Brownie, rumour has it a past expat taught the kitchen these tricks, so this makes a welcome dinner sometimes. But it is up to yourself to create some sort of dessert if you want it, or alternatively to learn the will power to resist our impulses.

Of course the expat dinner parties include the first.

Here are some more food options in northern Ghana;
"Red Red" - fried plantain (cooking banana) and beans in palm oil. 

"Wagashi" - fried local cheese - served in a plastic bag for your freshness

Lebanese food! Felafel and Fattoush salad. Expat food. Takes hours, but worth the wait. Even if it doesn't taste like felafel it tastes Good!
Plantain Chips. A great snack. Best with guacamole.


Tuesday, 24 January 2012

A Ghana Food Demonstration


It’s the African stereotype – malnourished children. And just like fulfilling the expat stereotype of living in luxury and partying with all the other expats in town every weekend, I am working right among the stereotype.

Childhood malnutrition in the Upper East Region is 27%, present in close to a third of all children under 5. The national average of Ghana is 13.9%, the differences between the northern regions of the countryclearly showing the disparityRemembering our own backyard, I found an old study in the Northern Territory that indicated a 20% occurrence of malnutrition in Aboriginal children aged 0-2 years, well above the criteria for needing a nutrition intervention.

Studying malnutrition in Australia, I learnt about ‘kwashiorkor’ – malnutrition caused by a deficiency of protein. The lack of protein causes fluid shifts; odema, or puffy feet, and, as it gets worse, face and body. It is a global term, but here I have found it is a Ghanain word – from the Ga ethnic group. It means “the disease of the displaced child”, or the curse of the second child, because it occurs when a baby is weaned off (high protein) breast milk, to the local diet of maize and/or other low protein starchy staples, often due to the arrival of a second child. They quickly become malnourished, and swollen with painful fluid, because there is little protein-containing food being fed to them. As the name suggests, it was, and still is, considered a curse of the child, and this is often difficult to overcome. Often preventing recovery.

To address the low protein diets, districts have been holding food demonstrations. I attended Karaga district’s (northern region), where a group of Mother to Mother Support Group (MtMSG) participants and other community based volunteers had gathered to learn how to increase the protein content of their local recipes for the children.

Are you thinking stainless steel benchtops, ovens and stovetops for everyone, MasterChef style? We were in the health facility compound, cooking Ghana style. Over charcoal cookers, with no tables, there was much food being prepared.

The scene of the food demonstration in Karaga

Maize is the staple in the Northern Region, with some millet, sorghum and rice available, all fairly low in protein (11%). To start with, the mother’s learnt how to make koko (porridge) with added soya flour (35% protein). The ratio of 4:1 was used so it wouldn’t affect taste, and be too costly. Soya is available to some households, it is grown as a cash crop; it yields a lot of money at the markets. Which brought about a problem: These people can’t afford to keep the soya for themselves and their families. If you can get better money for soya, then you sell it and buy a larger portion of maize as it will stretch further and fill more people for longer. But it is low in protein. Soya flour was also added to banku (fermented maize/cassava), and the making of soya milk was demonstrated. If this is actually used, as some mothers described, by keeping small amounts for themselves after selling at the markets, it could improve their children’s health remarkably (and easily).
Making banku with added soya flour

Dawa-dawa is fermented locust beans. This is high in protein, and can be used as a stock flavouring as well (instead of the dreadful Maggi/Onga stuff they sell here). This was added to some soups and jollof rice.
Dawa dawa before it is ground


Moringa is a plant that is said to cure all! Sort of like Ghana’s version of wheatgrass, or goji berries. The claims of ‘more calcium than milk’ have been proven false (the calcium it contains is not available to the body), and no actual human studies have been done, yet needless to say, Ghana really needs greens, so adding moringa to the soups and stews is encouraged.
Groundnut soup with moringa added 


Alifu is another green vegetable, as well as brau that was added to traditional soups that generally has no vegetables at all. These are readily available at markets, which made me happy because it seemed like a solution that could be adapted by the villagers.
Alifu and brau cut up ready to be used - this man  was one of the only men to participate, and did well, the women loved to have a friendly dig at him. Particularly when he made sorghum banku - sorghum is pink


Tubani is steamed bean cakes. These are a healthier version of kosee  and served with a sesame seed paste that was delicious. Steaming them in plastic bags made me slightly uneasy. They made both of these with added soya flour to boost the protein.
Steaming the bean cakes

Tubani and sesame paste
Kose, with the 4 types of koko















The aim of the demonstration was for the attendees to take the training back to their groups and communities and in turn, teach these people, to ensure the new methods are taken into the home. I sincerely hope that some of these practices will continue, to help prevent the occurrence of malnutrition. There is never one cause for malnutrition, with many social and cultural factors involved that are difficult to address. It does always seem to come down to money however, and simple sounding things to us, such as giving your malnourished child an egg from your chickens rather than selling it, is not always possible. But getting the food right in the first place looks at preventing malnutrition, and hopefully bringing about small changes in the overall food supply for the benefit of everyone.

The plan for 2012 includes starting demonstration gardens, which is a fantastic integration, hopefully I will be involved in this too.

Thursday, 15 December 2011

Food Glorious Food

Being a vegetarian can be a difficult thing in Ghana where meat is the main ingredient of most things. Asking 'does that have meat in it?' may not always give the real details. eg the answer 'no' could mean a) there is no meat in it, b) there is a little bit of meat in it, or c) meat is the main ingredient... 
but here are a couple of dishes that so far so good, I can eat!

Waakye (pronounced Waachee). Is rice and beans mashed in together. You can get smelly fish with it or egg too. It is often taken at breakfast, or with a good dose of palm oil spread over it for lunch

Yam and Beans. This is about 50c for a massive serve. The best is right near my work - basically baked beans and chips with pepper (ie. chilli) and ground peanut powder is served on top, but Ghanaian style. Of course, it comes served in numerous plastic bags too. Yams aren't as good as potatoes, but they make do, especially when fried. The beans are real winners, but mostly you are served more yams, for filling up on.

Fried Rice. Comes with random spaghetti type stuff on top, and the 'salad' of cabbage and grated carrot is always served with tomato sauce and strange mayonnaise on it. Costs about 50c too. Filling stodge.

Kose (pronounced cos-ay) is a fried bean cake. I am not sure what sort of bean. But served with salt and chilli powder and it is fantastic. Fried goodness. The dollops of stuff on the styrofoam package is Koko - ie. porridge, made on various grains (mostly made on maize here). The Kose is different in each town - depending on which grain is most prominent (ie cheap) and what else they want to add in. In Tamale I've found some with onion, and/or egg added in.

I forget the name of this, and I haven't seen it since. But it is steamed bean cake (like Kose but not fried) and served with a sesame sauce, very delicious

Wednesday, 23 November 2011

You’re Invited

Ghanaian food is….interesting. Think fats, carbs and protein in its most basic form. And worst form too. All my professional life I’ve told people to avoid palm oil at all costs. Here, well it’s a daily staple. A traditional dish called ‘Red Red’ is basically beans with fried plantain (starchy banana) and it’s red because of the palm oil it is soaked in. something to be proud of.

Vital ingredients in Ghanaian food as I have come to observe;
·                 *   Palm oil
·                 * ‘Onga’ a preservative rich, salty sort of stock powder
·                 * Pepper (pronounced pepp-air in quite a posh way) or chilli as we know it
·                 * Oil
·                  * Blue Band – a faker type of margarine (yes, apparently it is possible)
·                  * Probably more oil
·                  * Meat of any type or of many various types
·                  * Dried stinky fish
·                  * Tomato paste
·                  * And then probably deep fry it all again
·                  * With a dash of oil on top for flavour (palm oil probably…yumm)

It may not all be that bad, but you are 99% of the time left with a red stained plate because of the palm oil. Heart disease isn’t really on the radar here….yet. I can just imagine the struggle to try to get Ghanaians off the palm oil. I really hope I’m never involved. Like taking beer away from Aussies!

Needless to say, I still enjoy learning about traditional foods, even if I’ve landed in the most delicious-food-barren country. I am trying my hand at perfecting Groundnut Soup (peanut soup), with mixed results. Sounds easy but isn’t so easy when you try at home without recipes. There are no standards here, you go to one place and have a watery soup with a fly floating in it, and to the next with a delicious rich, well balanced soup that is perfect. And it’s definitely not going to be consistently good/bad at the same place either. So you are always guessing! We share it with our guard to see how it fares in comparison to 'real' Ghanaian food. He is quick to say it is delicious, yet our work colleagues aren't as subtle. We've been told it's raw and gritty, so now it's not as quickly shared... But they do enjoy our commitment to Ghanaian food.

Communal food is the norm here, you are always ‘invited’ to partake in the offerings of friends and colleagues, even if it is hard to stand in the same room as the smell emitting from the plate. But it keeps the people here well nourished. As they say ‘sharing is caring’.
Groundnut Soup with a Rice Ball....and a fly