Foodie(Fattie)

I like to eat.

Food is more than just mere sustenance to me. It is a sure way to make a bad day good. Growing up we ate as a family the traditional Islamic way; one platter on a tablecloth placed on the floor with my parents, four siblings, and myself - no utensils needed. This was a time that sewed my family together and created unforgettable memories. Food thus became synonymous to happy for me. Through the rough times, being that I was the one that would pay the most attention to my mothers dance around the kitchen and was also the oldest girl, it was my task to make something out of the nothing that was found in our cupboards. I became great at pulling together our resources and making delicious things out of the staples of our home. The downside to this experience is that I never learned to make a meal that didn't look like it could feed an army. I look forward to learning to live alone and experiment with all the different foods available in Benin. Follow me on my journey...

This is me at Joes Crab Shack in Philly, enjoying my last real seafood meal for two years. One would think that Benin would be the jackpot of ocean delicacies since the south borders the Atlantic. this is not exactly true, at least not unless you like eating scales and bones or enjoy your dinner looking you in the eye. Maybe delicious seafood is caught at the port, but this never sees my table.